This is for you Chrissy

Maybe Chrissy didn't stand you up last night?

⚠️TW: brief vomiting, mentions of alcohol⚠️

LUCAS'S POV:

I keel over next to the toilet as the vomit comes up my throat. My head is throbbing, I feel like I've been hit my a bus.

"First hangover feels like absolute hell, but don't worry, you'll feel better," Patrick reassures me. He was the first to accept me as part of the team, and he always made sure to include me.

I get up from the toilet, the room is still spinning. I walk dizzily into the abandoned living space that was once Benny's Burgers. It's mortifying to know the truth of what went down here. How poor Benny Hammond was killed by a worker from Hawkins Lab.

Jason and all of the other boys on the team were lounging on the couch, still tired from the night of partying.

All of a sudden, I hear sirens. Panic overtakes my body. What if my mother found out I was drinking at a party?

All of the other boys run out to the back, leaving Jason to deal with it. I decide to follow, knowing I can't be caught.

CHRISSY's POV: 

I wake up in Eddie's van, my face is hot with tears, and my arm is absolutely killing me. Max is looking down at me with sheer worry on her face. Madonna is humming faintly in the background.

"What's going on?" I slur. I'm in too much pain to even pronounce my words correctly.

"I came in to check on you this morning and..."

I follow her gaze to my arm, which is BENT BACKWARDS. I scream in terror and pain.

"I- why is it— I don't even..." I try to form words, but I can't. Tears start to pour down my face, "help me!"

"I'll get Eddie!" She rushes out of the van.

I don't know what had happened. I slept all night, I remember my dream. It was absolutely terrifying. This man with an alien-like appearance had chased me through my house and into a stranger's. It looked like it was from the sixties with all of the outdated technology and room decor. And this man- his eyes were sewn shut. Before I knew it I was against a boarded up door, and then I woke up.

Eddie comes into the van looking absolutely mortified. In his hand is a bottle of something that looks illegal, an arm brace, and ice.

"Chrissy, I'm going to snap your arm back into place." I nod, terrified, I don't know what else to do.

"Do you want to be awake or asleep?" I try to consider the question, but I know I won't be able todo this if I'm conscious.

"Asleep." He nods solemnly and hands me a pill, "I'm not going to give you very much, so don't try to fight it."

I dry swallow the pill with my good arm. It's only minutes later that I feel a dreamless sleep overtake me.

AN:sorry this is a short chapter. I will write more later