✓ | flow ( eddie munson )

twenty-eight. hive mind

veda henderson

          After all this running I've been doing lately, I think I'm entitled to a year of bed rest. My lungs will never be the same and they remind me of this as they roughly push air from themself, my feet aching in my shoes as I step on rocks and ruble sprawled all over the ground.

    "Over here!" Nancy calls from ahead, darting under a pile of rocks. We all pile in after her, huddling around each other as we look up at the skies waiting. The familiar haunting screech causes me to shudder, my skin prickling along my arms until goosebumps form. 

    "Steve, I don't know how you're not freezing your tits off right now," I whisper, rubbing my hands along my arms to warm myself up. I make sure to be extra careful on my right arm, lifting up over the wounds to not irritate them further. It's not like they've been cleaned or treated accordingly. The least I can do is not put my hands over them considering they are probably covered in God knows what kind of germs by now. 

    "Oh, I definitely am," Steve nods.

    We all look up, watching in silent, shaky horror as the demon bats fly overhead, unaware of our position. The thunder keeps on booming, making me wonder if there's ever any other sort of weather in this place. I seriously doubt it. I couldn't imagine warm, clear skies over here. 

    "Oh... Okay. That was close," Robin breathes, slowly standing up and stepping out from under the shelter of the boulders. I follow her, standing up in a half-crouch and exiting the shelter.

    "Yeah, too close," Eddie grumbles in agreement from behind me. 

     A noise to my left catches my attention, watching as Steve falls against the rocks in weakness. Nancy rushes over, inspecting him. He brushes her off, insisting "I'm fine,"

    "No, No, you're not. You're losing a lot of blood. Sit," She demands, forcing Steve to sit on the rocks with his hand clamped on his side. Nancy then turns to me, a stern look on her face "You too,"

    I don't bother arguing with her. Nancy Wheeler is hard to argue with, she always gets what she wants mostly because she's always rational and reasonable. Makes disagreeing with her impossible. 

    I take a seat beside Steve, looking at my gnarly arm, blood and other fluids flowing from the holes. I wince at the site before reaching for the end of my tank top, ripping the edges until I have enough material. I then take the material and wrap it tightly around my bicep. Eddie walks over, taking the ends from my hand to tie the material together. Given I can't really tie it myself with one hand, I smile a 'thanks' to him, my heart warming at the sign of care. 

    Nancy does the same beside me, ripping off a part of her clothing to tie around Steve's waist and cover his wounds. Robin sits in between me and Steve, beginning to ramble "But, if you start having hallucinations and muscle spasms or you start feeling aggressive, like you wanna punch me, then you should totally let me know, yeah?"

    "Kinda hard to distinguish a hallucination at this point, Robin," I smile, wincing as Eddie tightens the makeshift bandage around me, finishing the knot. 

    "I kinda want to punch you already," Steve adds.

    "You both still have your sense of humour. That's a good sign," Robin smiles enthusiastically. 

    Eddie smiles at me, extending a hand for me to grab. When I do, he pulls me up to a stand and walks over to another boulder. He climbs up to the top, turning to help me scale the rock with only one arm. We both reach the top, standing to observe everything around us.