Hating someone can be hard work. Especially when you don't actually hate them
Or
In which an overly sarcastic, closed off girl, can't seem to hide her care
fem oc x max mayfield
s3 - 5 completed until s5
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El tightly gripped onto Stiles's arms as she screamed in pain, everyone crowding around her.
Erica leaned forward slightly, looking at the girls leg, seeing something moving in there. "What is that?"
"There's something in there." Mike looked over as El wailed in pain again.
Dustin shook his head slightly. "Jesus Christ."
Jonathan quickly stood up, looking between them all. "Keep her talking. Keep her awake, okay?" He then ran off somewhere.
Stiles moved back a little, pulling El with her, moving the girl into a more comfortable position. "El? Stay awake, okay? Stay awake."
Robin hesitated, before speaking up. "It's, uh... you know, it's not actually that bad. There was a... the goalie on my soccer team, Beth Wildfire, this other girl slid into her leg, and the bone came out of her knee, six inches or something, it was insane." The girl rambled.
The younger Harrington twin pursed her lips slightly. "Birdie."
"Yeah." The Buckley girl looked over.
The brunette sighed. "You're not helping."
Robin nodded, looking away. "I'm sorry."
Footsteps were then heard, Jonathan quickly kneeling back down, placing items he grabbed onto the floor.
He looked at the Hopper girl. "Okay. Alright, El? This is gonna hurt like hell, okay?"
The said girl nodded. "Okay." She sobbed.
"I need you to stay real still." The oldest Byers told her as he put on some plastic gloves, before picking up a wooden spoon. "Here, you're gonna want to bite down on this, okay?" He handed the spoon to Stiles.
The Harrington girl gently placed it into El's mouth, before Jonathan held the hot knife over the Hopper girls leg.
Stiles looked at him, nodding slightly. "Do it."
The Byers boy breathed deeply, before cutting into her leg, making the girl scream, although it was muffled by the spoon, tightly gripping onto Stiles's hand, everyone making sounds of discomfort.
The girl cried, tightening her grip on Stiles's hand (if that was even possible) before screaming out as Jonathan stuck his hand in the wound, feeling around.
Jonathan felt around for a couple seconds, before Nancy leaned forward. "Jonathan!"
"Stop talking!" The boy yelled back, still moving his hand around. "Goddamn it!"
El quickly spat out the spoon, shaking her head. "No! Stop it!"
Nancy pushed the Byers boy back slightly. "Stop! Stop!"
The Hopper girl whimpered, sitting up with Stiles's help. "I can do it. I can do it." She panted, before reaching her hand forward, hovering it over her leg.
