IN WHICH...
"You don't love him Nancy! You know that as much as I do! He's hurting, let him go. Just admit that you're in love with Johnathan and let Steve go." Rose doesn't know why she's fighting so hard for this. Nancy huffs out a breath of air...
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"Mr Clarke? ItsDustin." No one knew how to make the sensory deprivation tank. Dustin suggested they call their science teacher, in the middle of the night. "Yeah, yeah. I just-I-I have a science question." He trailed off. Rose laughed under her breath, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Do you know anything about sensory deprivation tanks?" The others couldn't hear what the teacher was saying on the other line, but Rose could assume it was something along the lines of Dustin going to bed. "Specifically how to build one?"
Lucas was waiting with a pad and pencil, ready to write down what ever instructions Dustin gets. If he gets any.
"Fun." Dustin says slowly. Rose rolled her eyes, her and Nancy looking at each other with grins. "You always say we should never stop being curious. To always open any curiosity doors we find. Why are you keeping this curiosity door locked?" Dustin argues.
Roses eyes leave Dustins figure to to the girl sitting on the couch. Jean went to sit next to her before Dustin got on the phone. Rose walked away from the group around Dustin to sit on tje other side of the girl.
"Hey.." She greeted softly, making eye contact with Jean. Eleven looked over to the girl, offering her a small smile.
"Whats wrong?" Rose put her elbows on her knees, leaning on them to get a better look at Elevens face.
"Its...dangerous." Rose sighed, she looked at Jean but the women looked back down at Eleven. This was something Rose had to answer.
"Yeah, yeah it is. But it won't be like last time ok? Nothing is going to open, and me-Im not going anywhere. Not again." Rose watched Elevens face contort. Her sleeve had streaks of dried blood.
"My fault." Rose shook her head sliding off the couch to kneel in front of the girl. The girl had tears in her eyes.
"Hey, hey.." Rose laid her hand to the girls cheek. Eleven leaned into it silently crying. "That was not your fault. Did Papa say it was?" Eleven nodded biting her lip like she couldn't say it. "That was on him. All of it. You were just a kid. I never blamed you. You had no idea what you were doing. None of us knew that thing would open, just like none of us knew I would be dragged into that place. But I made it out. I made it okay? Please stop blaming yourself El, because all those months I sat stuck in that place. I hoped that you were okay. I thought about you everyday."
Eleven slid off the couch, falling into Roses arms. The teen wrapped her arms around the girl, hugging her as tight as she could. She looked over to Jean who had a sad smile on her face.
"Hey guys, we got it." Dustin peeked around the corner to inform them. Rose nodded at him and he turned walking back into the kitchen.
"You can do this El, you are so much more powerful then you know." Rose whispered into the girls ear. Rose stood up holding out her hand to help the girl up. Jean stood up as well smiling kindly at Rose, she was proud of the girl.
