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Sweat clings to your skin, mud as well after you'd tumbled multiple times throughout the night while being dragged through the woods by a frantic Eddie Munson. You could hardly see anything so he took your hand and pulled you along - despite your protests that his legs were much longer than yours and his strides were difficult to keep up with.

A hole had been torn on the sleeve of Steve's damp sweater that you were still wearing, an errant branch catching it at just the right angle. You looked a mess. But it still held an echo of his fragrant scent, encompassing you in a warm net of safety every time you stopped to rest and close your eyes, inhaling deep breaths of it. You missed him so much. 

Jason hadn't followed you after what happened to Patrick. He stayed behind to find the corpse of his friend while you and Eddie took off swimming to the other side of the lake and then ran deep into the woods where nobody would find you. 

The sun was finally up as you and he sit catching your breath under a tall and wide oak tree. Its branches were gnarled and twisted, but leaves were blooming all over them now in stunning shades of emerald. Jackhammers and saws could be heard close-by and Eddie suggests checking it out, so you make for that direction next.

"Look, there. Right there." He whispers as you peer out at the road from behind a tree. Men in orange vests and hard hats were working on the road and you follow a ringed and pointing finger until your eyes rest upon a small radio sticking out of a discarded vest.

We can call for help. "We need that radio." You tell him what he already knows though he still nods vacantly in response. "Wait here." He instructs and leaves your side to sneak closer. Your heart hammers in your chest in anticipation of him being caught. He plucks it free and walks backwards to return to the forest, eyes darting around for any hint of being seen.

You weren't. He wasn't. 

"Okay. Come on." He lets out a shallow and nervous breath, nodding in gesture of direction until you get up to follow him once more. You had no idea where you were going, your legs were aching and your lungs were sore from strenuous exercise. 

You missed home. 

It was hard to believe the body that was struggling with this spent years surviving in the hell-scape that is the Upside Down. But you try not to think about that. Simply follow Eddie mindlessly, hoping he knew where the hell he was going.

He fiddles with the dials on the radio the entire walk to what he called 'Skull Rock', attempting to find the correct frequency. He ducks underneath the ginormous rock structure to where two of them met, creating a large area beneath it to stand or sit in. You chose the latter, hugging your arms around your knees. It was cold now you were still. 

The wind whipped through the valley beneath the rocks, chilling your sweaty flesh and the not-quite-dry sweater clinging to your torso. 

"Dustin. Can you hear me?" He says into the radio after he finally got it to what he believed was the right frequency. "Wheeler?"

Your eyes meet and an apprehensive furrow of your brow creases your forehead as you wait impatiently for a response. The other end crackles for what feels like forever, until finally.. 

"Eddie. Holy shit. Are you guys okay?" Dustin responds and the relief you feel at the muffled questions from that familiar voice in the background saying, "Where is she? Is she alright? Ask him if she's okay," was overwhelming. It was Steve. Which meant he was okay. And he's worried about me. It should have been an obvious thing, but the physical confirmation was nice to feel, all the same.

Eddie rubs his eyes, his limbs trembling from the events of last night now that he'd had a chance to stop and really think about it. You should have asked him sooner about it as well. You just hadn't really thought about it.

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