emetophobia. (reddie & richie angst) / sick fic.

emetophobia.

"what, rich? why are you calling so late?" eddie sighed, answering the phone. he heard a gag and jumped a little. "richie?"

"eddie i need you.." richie whimpered. eddie sat up quickly in bed, clutching his phone tightly in his hand.

"uh- okay.. what's- what's going on?" eddie rushed, getting up and grabbing his shoes, sitting to put them on.

"i dunno. please hurry," said richie, his voice cracking.

"fuck, are you okay? why are you crying?" eddie asked. richie coughed hard.

"i—" he mumbled, voice scratchy. "i.."

"okay, don't talk, i'll be there in a few. take deep breaths," eddie said, standing finally after putting his shoes on. he threw his window open and slipped out after hanging up the phone. on his way, he called beverly.

"yep?" she asked over the line.

"are you able to go to richie's?" he asked in a hurry.

"uhh, yeah, but i'm with the lovebirds," she said. eddie scoffed.

"then bring them with you," he hurried.

"why, what's going on?"

"he's either extremely sick and throwing up or just crying in general. i don't know but i've never seen or heard him like this and i know damn well he wouldn't try calling me when he was crying if something wasn't up."

"oh shit. take care of him for me. that leads to my followup question, don't take this the wrong way, but why are we needed? i love richie and all, but he needs you."

"yeah, but if he's sick, i can't handle that. just.. please come over. you know i'm a big germaphobe," he panted, hopping off of his bike and throwing it in the front of richie's yard.

"okay, we're only like two minutes away anyway," she said. eddie let out a sigh of relief.

"thank you so much, bevvie. please hurry, see ya soon," eddie rushed, sprinting over to the ladder that led up to richie's bedroom window.

"alright. see ya," she said quickly, hanging up the phone and prompting stanley and bill to get up and hurry.

eddie climbed the ladder shakily, worried. he quickly threw richie's window open, stumbling in to the boy sitting on the floor against his bed, curled in on himself.

"richie! are you o—" eddie yelped. richie let out a giant cough, turning away from eddie and holding a hand over his mouth as he gagged horribly. "fuck.."

"ow.. ow.." richie cried, holding his stomach and throwing his head back.

"richie what's going on?" eddie panicked. richie blew out.

"everything hurts," he whimpered, tears pouring out of his eyes, making eddie's wider.

"fuck.. come here.." eddie said, offering richie a hug, who shook his head and held a hand of rejection out to eddie.

"no. i don't wa...nna infect you," he panted, still crying. eddie chewed the inside of his mouth, and hesitantly put a hand on richie's knee.

"yes, i am extremely afraid of sickness, but that doesn't mean i don't care about you or i'm not gonna stay here with you and comfort you," he said patiently, doing everything he could to ignore the fact richie was sick.

richie looked up at him and sniffed. "thanks, eds.." he choked out, coughing harsh again. "i think i might be a little m-moo..rre scared than you are."

"what?"