Stranger Things What Ifs

Chapter Twenty

What if.....Max has a nightmare in the middle of the night while still blind? (Fluff and Angst)

@lumax_stories. Thank you for the request! Enjoy!

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Thoughts

Something complex that all of the human population share. It is a amazing gift actually, the human mind and body so complex and extraordinary at the same time. The species on top of the food chain, able to recall memories and have those thoughts vivid in the imagination, almost like a playback of memories.

It is bitter sweet.

And for Lucas it is more bitter than sweet. He considered the gift sweet before, memories of him Dustin Mike and Will staying up all night playing D&D or just them horsing around instead of them going to bed when they were suppose to. Memories of him growing up with his parents and Erica, and memories of the times him and Max shared...

When everything was perfect.

But now things are not that same perfect, not after everything that has happened to them with Vecna. Yes, the man is dead however the thoughts still remain, and the memories still plague both of their minds.

Lucas lays completely awake in the room, it only just holding a full sized bed and two nightstands on each side and a TV across the way. No posters on the walls, no decorations, no anything but just a room, a room to go to at night after a full day of exhaustion and lay down in. Lucas never felt to decorate the room, because for one Max cannot even see the decorations if he did due to her still being blind, her bones healing accordingly but her sight not coming back.

It's hard, watching her struggle as she tries to get adjusted to the fact she cannot see, only seeing darkness when her eyes open in the mornings and never anything more. She goes to many doctors and the doctors say the same thing about how they do not know if her vision will return back or not, but due to the 'unknown' injury they have never seen before most likely not.

And that is effecting her.

Secondly he doesn't feel the need to decorate, doesn't feel the need to make it his because he doesn't feel....present. He doesn't know how to explain it, not even in his own mind so he doesn't bother explaining it at all when the question comes up sometimes.

Lucas looks down at Max, her head being rested on his bare chest along with her hand. He cannot even sleep with a shirt anymore, because it would become sweaty anyways from the dreams that always haunt him and will not leave him, so he lies awake, making sure that Max is able to at least get the sleep that she needs. The vent is open, the cool air blows in the room, and while Max is under the covers, warmed up and tucked in he lies awake, his skin lightly cold.

To keep himself awake.

He places his hand softly on top of hers, him softly rubbing her back and giving her a very soft kiss on her forehead. At least right now she looks peaceful, like she finally has peace, her breathing even and her eyes closed and her face not holding that same bothered saddened expression like it always does now.

Lucas slowly goes to raise up, making sure her head lays softly on the pillow and softly placing her arm on the bed, giving her a soft kiss on her forehead. He slowly opens the door to the room, him making his way out of the room and cracking the door shut behind him.

Lucas opens and closes the door to the bathroom, him untying his joggers and pulling them down a little with his boxers, going to do his business before flushing the toilet and pulling up his boxers and joggers, him going over to the sink to wash his hands.