"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞..."
Willow Harrington is the younger sister to the famous Steve Harrington. The two have a rather close bond, but Willow notices her brother change once he befriends two butt-heads, T...
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(episode eight ; the battle of starcourt)
ELEVEN SCREAMED IM AGONY. The thing inside her bloody leg squirmed around, making her clutch onto Mike next to her.
"What is that?!" Erica asked in a disgusted tone, narrowing her eyes down at the creature crawling inside the girls leg.
"There's something in there!" Mike pointed out the obvious.
"Jesus Christ."
Jonathan skidded upwards. "Keep her talking. Keep her awake, okay?" he told the group, sprinting through the mall.
"Jesus Christ," Dustin repeated.
"Hey, hey, hey. Stay awake, stay awake," Mike exhaustedly told Eleven. "Let's get her on this side, on this side." They raised the girls head, leaning onto Mike's lap now.
"You know, it's not actually that bad," Robin began. Willow shot her a confused look. "There was a...a goalie on my soccer team, Beth Wildfire....This other girl slid into her leg, and- and like the whole bone came out of her knee. Six inches or something. It was insane."
"Robin," Steve panted.
"Yeah?"
"You're not helping."
"I'm sorry," she breathed out nervously.
Footsteps harshly pattered across the Mall's clean floors. An out of breath Jonathan crouched down infront of El, knife in hand. Willow slowly brought a hand to her mouth, seeing the knife in his hands and realising his plan.
"Okay, alright, El? This is gonna hurt like hell, okay?"
El grunted, tears and blood covering her face. "Okay," she sobbed.
"Need you to stay very still," Jonathan carefully told her, slipping a plastic glove over his hand. "Here," he passed her a wooden spoon. "You're gonna want to bite down on this, okay?"
El instantly put the spoon in her mouth, already biting down as hard as possible. Jonathan took the knife, hesitantly looking at the revolting wound. Scott closed his eyes tightly, trying not to gag at the sight. The elder Byers boy slowly sliced through the almost bubbling cut, hot red blood immediately pouring from the girls leg like a waterfall. El screamed in torment once again, her face turning a dark shade of purple this time.
Willow's eye sight went a tad blurry, hearing the deafening screams of her best friend. Although she had her eyes closed, she crept her hand towards El's, planting it over hers comfortingly.
Jonathan settled the bloody knife down, reaching his hand into her wide open shin. He dug his hand around, making everyone silently gag.
"Stop it!" El suddenly yeller. Jonathan shakily breathed out, taking his hand out of her leg. She unsteadily sat upwards, extending her arm over her leg. "I can do it."
