Trips. (Angst, Action.)

I can't do this anymore.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this," Richie sobbed, wobbling to his feet and sobbing into his hands as he quickly walked away. Everyone watched with great pity for the boy, exchanging looks. Eddie began to stand to help Richie, but Bill placed a hand on his shoulder.

"No, don't chase after him. Give him some space," Bill said.

"Don't you remember the last time that happened?! He literally was beaten the shit out of. I'm not leaving him alone, he might do something stupid," Eddie grunted, running after Richie.

The Losers stayed silent for a hot minute, processing what just happened. "Do.. Do you think it could've just been an illusion?" Mike spoke up.

"I don't know.. Eddie's broken arm wasn't an illusion?" Beverly said, trying to find the reasonable situation through this.

"Well, no body died," said Stanley.

"I really hope it's one, I feel so bad for Richie. He just watched his own two parents die.." Ben said. Mike looked down.

"Just saying; you guys were all being assholes to him and all he was trying to do through all of that was make us feel better," Mike said.

"He's the one making a joke of our situation," Stanley argued.

"But you continuously told him to 'shut the fuck up' and 'you're annoying' and 'maybe it'd be better if you weren't here' and didn't even think about the fact that he's human and has feelings too," Mike explained his point. The Losers all thought about that.

"I hate to admit it, b-but you're right," Bill said.

"Let's just get our wounds healed. Some of us are freshly cut and I know none of us made it out perfectly fine," Stanley pointed out, shaking off the Richie topic and still holding a grudge from their fights.

"A-Alright.. let's go," said Beverly.

The five stood and began walking back to the hotel, earning gross looks from people.

"Richie! Wait!" Eddie called, catching up to the boy.

"Leave me alone, Eddie," Richie sobbed. It broke Eddie's heart to hear such painful yelps come from someone like Richie's mouth.

"Rich.." He put a hand on Richie's shoulder and stopped in front of him, making Richie stop. "I'm here."

Richie broke down into a sob, collapsing and falling to his knees. His breaths were sharp and quick as he wrapped his arms around Eddie's waist, who sat with Richie and held him.

"Why, why, why, why, why, why, wh.."

"Richie, calm down, love," Eddie said, stepping out of his comfort zone to calm Richie with the boy's way of showing affection.

"I knew this would happen! I knew someone would fucking die! Why?! Why?! Why?!" he sobbed, pounding the bottom part of his palm into his forehead.

"Hey hey, don't do that to yourself," Eddie said, pulling Richie's hand away and holding it. Eddie closed his eyes and sighed, snuggling against Richie, whose sobs were actually concerning.

"I didn't even get to apologize," Richie whimpered, screaming into another sob. 

"Heyy! Richie! It's okay.. bud- uh— it's okay. I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere. I promise." Eddie clearly wasn't very great at nicknames.

"No, no, it's not okay! I'll never fucking see them again! How can that be okay?!" he cried.

"Because I'm here and I will help you," Eddie said. "I'm never going to leave you."