richie tozier angst bc why not

part 2

mrs denbrough told mike and bill to get some bandages and blankets for richie. once they were gone she asked richie what actually happened, figuring that he would be more likely to tell the truth to just her. richie didn't know what to say, because he'd never had someone ask if he was ok. instead of an answer he lifted his shirt up slightly to reveal his bruises. it was at that moment that bill and mike came back from getting supplies. "holy sh-shit rich-richie."
bill managed to say. "who did that to you rich?" mike questioned. for the first time richie was uncomfortable with all the attention being on him. he knew he had to tell the truth. "my dad." it had felt so good to finally get that of his chest. he had been holding it in for so long he thought he would break if he had to hold it in any longer. mrs denbrough immediately told him to stay over. she did not want him going back to his house. "c-c-could i maybe invite the r-rest of the losers?" bill asked his mom. "of course sweetie. you know they're welcome over any time." she knew it was because her son wanted to comfort rich so she figured why not it was sweet of him to think about that. she was however going to take richie to the doctor before their sleepover. "richie can you come here for a second please?" she asked. "sure." richie said politely. "ok so i know how hard this must be for you and i know it wouldn't help you mentally to go to the doctors, but you need to go." mrs denbrough explained. "i know, but what if they ask how i got the bruises. it was hard enough for me to tell my own friends!" richie exclaimed. "i'll explain everything to them don't worry." mrs denbrough assured. "ok then when are we going?" richie questioned. "as soon as possible." mrs denbrough told him. "ok" richie said knowing that it was for the best. mrs denbrough had told the others about the plan and they all got into her car. mrs denbrough driving, bill in the passenger seat and mike and richie in the back. they arrived at the emergency room soon after and were ushered into an exam room relatively quick. "alrighty what's wrong richard?" the doctor asked. "richie please and umm," he looked to mrs denbrough for assurance and she nodded politely to tell him to keep going. "it would be easier if i showed you." and for the second time that day richie lifted his shirt up to show his bruised torso. the doctor had looked shocked when richie had done this because he had expected a sore throat or something not an abuse case. "you poor kid" he'd said lookind at him with sympathy. long story short they had done a bunch of tests and discovered that richie had a concussion, a bruised rib, and a sprained ankle. "where will he be staying at?" the doctor asked. "my house." mrs denbrough said with a small smile at richie. with that they left and saw that it was already dark out. mrs denbrough got the kids mcdonalds because she figured they deserved it. after that they went home and tried to get some sleep. richie failed at this task because he stayed up worrying about how he would tell the rest of the losers and how to tell the police. he guessed he would just have to manage it like he did everthing else. with that thought he started to drift off to sleep slowly.

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