HIGHER and HIGHER - Steve Harrington x Reader

xxv - rescue

— 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 —

WE WAITED for any sign of what the doctor had injected us with to show.

"I wonder what they put in us." I ask.

I feel Steve shake his head.

"I don't know, but I hope it takes us out quickly." He says.

I laugh, letting a snort fall out.

"Oh, my god. I told you!" He exclaims.

"What?" I ask, still chuckling.

"You snort!" He says, laughing.

"For the last time, I do not snort!" I say.

He laughs and I join in, unable to control my laughter.

"You so do, (Y/N). You're not even good at lying." He says.

"Sure, I'm a great liar." I say.

We stay silent for a moment, then burst out into laughter. After we laugh for a few seconds, we start to quiet down.

"Honestly, I don't really feel anything." Steve says, "Do you?"

"I mean, I... I feel fine. I feel normal." I say.

"Yeah, I feel— I feel fine." He says, "I kinda feel good."

We both chuckle.

"Wanna know a secret?" I ask him, leaning my head up against his.

"What?"

"I like it too!"

We both laugh and Steve nods.

"Morons. They messed up the drug." Steve says, still laughing.

"They messed it up!" I yell, laughing with him.

"Morons!" Steve yells.

"Morons. Hey, morons!" I yell in a sing-song voice.

"Hey!" Steve yells in a sing-song voice as well.

We continue to laugh and call for them.

"Woah-oh!" Steve yells.

"Oh, no. There's definitely something wrong with us." I say.

"Something's wrong." Steve agrees.

The buzzer sounds and the Russian guard walks back in with the doctor behind him. The doctor walks over to a table and sets his bag down. The doctor pulls instruments out of his bag and sets them down on the table. I chuckle as he pulls out what looks to be a bone saw.

"Would now be a good time to tell you that I don't like doctors?" I say.

"Let's try this again, yes?" I hear the Russian man say from behind me and in front of Steve, "Who do you work for?"

"Scoops." Steve says and we chuckle, "Scoops Ahoy."

We continue to giggle.

"How did you find us?" The Russian questions.

"Totally by accident." Steve says, chuckling again.

The Russian man then speaks to the doctor in Russian. The doctor grabs an instrument which looked like pliers from the table.

"What is that shiny little toy?" Steve asks.

"Where you going with that, doc?" I ask.

Suddenly, I hear Steve protest.

"Woah, woah, hey, hey. Wait! No! Wait! Wait!" He yells.

"Wait! No!" I yell, "There was a code! We heard a code!"