Lost (IT)

Uh Oh

Warnings:

Richie's POV:

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" I spin in circles as I stare at the trees surrounding me.

"Dude, where the Fuck are we." Stan looks in my direction, fear filling his eyes.

"I-" I look back, fear filling mine as well "I don't know."

"Fuck" Stan mutters as he sits down on a rock, his breathing starting to quicken as he stares down at his feet, his hands digging into his eyes.

"Hay, Stan, buddy, calm down, we can find our way back." I say in an attempt to comfort him, "We just have to remember the direction we came from."

His breathing doesn't slow, it quickens.

He's having a panic attack.

I hesitantly reach my hand up and place it on his shoulder so I can comfort him.

"Stan. Don't worry, we will make it out of here." I pull him into a side hug, "Shhhhhh. Deep breaths."

I can hear his breathing shift slightly, but not  slow down.

"Shhhhhh. Shhhhhh" I don't know what to do. I'm not used to calming someone else's panic attacks, "Deep breaths Stan. Deep breaths."

"I...I...can...can't" he says through his breaths.

"Shhhhhh, Stan, breathe with me." I say as I slowly rub his back, "Come on with me"

He nods quickly.

"In" I inhale "Out" I exhale "In... Out... In... Out..."

I continue on that pattern until Stan clams down.

It's getting dark.

"I'm sorry" he says quietly.

"Don't be sorry." I say as I rub his arm, "Come here."

I have him help me make him a small bed out of pine needles and moss.

"Sleep" I say as I point to the bed, "I'll keep watch first."

I watch as Stan lays down on the makeshift bed.

Eddie's POV:

Where is Richie?

I've been waiting in his room for a few hours.
He said that he was going to be back by 7:00, it's 10:00.

Where the Fuck is he.

I'm going to call him.

*Ring Ring*
*"Ring Ring"*

I slowly pull the phone away from my face.

*Ring Ring*
*"Ring Ring"*

That sounds like it's coming from his bed.

*Ring Ring*

*"Ring Ring"*

I walk over to his bed and pull his phone out from under his pillow.

*Ring Ri-*
*"RIng Ri-"*

I hung up.

He's not home.

I can't contact him.

I'm going to call Bev.

*Ring Ri*

Fuck, my phone died.

I  look down at Richie's phone.
It couldn't hurt to try.

Okay Rich, what's your password.

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Authors Note: A new story.

Not one of the current ones, a new one, suffer.

(This is not Stozier, I don't like Stozier)