Radical | A stranger things story

41: Home at Last

I feel so tired. I feel as if I can't move. I'm exhausted. I see the paramedics rushing to keep the boys stable. I have to get up, but I can't. I'm too tired.

"Eyes are open!" The paramedic shouts from Mason's stretcher.

I take a deep breath and begin to push myself up. I fail.

I fall back down all I want to do is close my eyes and forget this nightmare. I quickly push myself up, and I successfully stand. 

I slowly limp to my brother. I hid my wound from the paramedics so they could help Billy and Mason first.

I make it to his stretcher and see his eyes darting side to side, most likely confused about where he is. I reach to grab his hand, but before I can hold it a paramedic stops me.

"Ma'am, you have a leg wound! Why didn't you tell us when we checked you?" she asks.

I shrug, too tired to answer, and she lays me down on the ground. I sigh, and she and her partner begin to clean up my wound. Why can't this be over?

I feel her wrapping my wound. Surprisingly, it already feels somewhat better.

"Luckily, your wound isn't too deep. However, it stretches pretty far up your leg, and it might take a week or two for it to be entirely recovered," the paramedic states.

I nod, and she helps me up. I can walk somewhat normally to my brother. I grab his hand, and he looks at me. A small smile forms on his face.

"I told you. We just needed to rest for a bit," Mason chuckles.

I nod and attempt to smile, but it doesn't work. I look down at his body and see that Mason has little to no wounds. I notice a couple of minor cuts here and there, but nothing drastic.

"Oh my god!" I hear a woman scream.

I slowly move my head to see where it's coming from, and I realize it's my mother. How the fuck am I going to explain this to her.

She runs over and grabs Mason's other hand.

"How are you here, baby?" My mother asks him.

Mason doesn't answer her questions, and my mother turns to me. Fuck you, Mason. It was you that came back from the dead, not me.

"How is he here, Y/N?" she asks.

"He never died. He had run away just like Amarah," I lie.

"W-What?" she questions.

"Yep," I say.

"How are you so calm?" my mother asks angrily.

"Mother, have you not noticed that I'm hurt? I was in there, protecting these kids. Their life comes before mine. Luckily, Mason was there to help me. I'm exhausted and hurt. Cut me some slack for fuck's sake," I snap.

I can't control my anger. I'm going to pass out soon.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. My dead some came back, but I'm overreacting, right?" she snaps back.

"He never died, mother. You'll get it soon," I sigh.

I begin to walk away, but she grabs my shoulder.

"I don't appreciate your fucking attitude. I'm just trying to figure things out," she fumes.

"Then figure them out. I'm sure someone will help you," I say.

My mother is about to raise her hand to hit me but quickly realizes other people are surrounding us.

"Now that he's back, is Mason going to be your favorite again? Is that what's happening right now?" I question.