Twisted Happiness (Stranger Things Steve x OC)

Chapter 6 - Should've

~Errors are probably there, and I accept them all as they only make us grow. ~

By the time we reached the Byers, I had broken out in to a cold sweat. I was exhausted, shaking and felt like I could sleep for days. Jim parked the car and quickly got out instructing the kids to get inside and stay there. Pulling his seat back, he reached into the back and pulled me forward until I was out of the truck and standing beside him. Steve followed and quickly pulled my arm around his neck and lifted me into his.

"I can walk." I argued but made no further effort to move.

"Not a chance." He whispered. Jim followed behind us scanning the area before shutting the house door behind us.

"Steve take her to Jonathan's room." Nancy instructed the moment we hit the entryway. "Jonathan, first aid kit and alcohol or peroxide. Jim can you find any towels that I could use?" Everyone was moving faster than my spinning brain could take and I closed my eyes as Steve walked us to one of the rooms in the back and set me down. Nancy was right behind him.

"Here." Jonathan came in handing Nancy a box and a stack of towels. "Um should we... I mean I don't know if you want..."

"I am going to need help." Nancy interrupted and both Steve and Jonathan looked at me.

"I don't give a shit." I rolled my eyes. "Don't want to make it awkward just don't look."

"Okay, Jonathan I need you over here, Steve just keep a hold of her and keep her still." There was a lot of shuffling, but I didn't want to look. If I knew, I would tense up and that would just make the pain worse. "Roni, I am going to start with your arm, I'm gonna cut the sleeve."

"Go for it." I said with a nod and closed my eyes as she took my wrist and slowly stated cutting up my sleeve. I felt her pull the cloth as far away from my skin as possible as she reached the torn portion. Chancing a glance I watched as she pulled the blood soaked clothing away from my arm at my shoulder. Blood was running down my arm to my finger tips from a large open gash that went from the middle of my upper arm over my shoulder and around to my back. However, in hindsight this was the lesser of the two injuries I had, the worse still being staunched by the blanket and mine and Steve's hands at my side.

"This is going to need stitches." Nancy said using one of the towels that she soaked in water gently over my arm and around the injured area. She used her fingers to push the skin together and I cringed sucking in a breath. "Sorry, honestly it could be worse. I'm gonna wrap your arm and bandage your back and shoulder."

"Sounds good." I breathed out. Steve kept a hand on my side and the other on the small of my back keeping me upright while Nancy ran alcohol over the wounds, and I cringed biting my tongue hard enough to taste blood. After several minutes, I heard her step away.

"Okay, take a deep breath. The more relaxed you are for the next one the better." She said and I tried to stand a bit taller but winced as my side tugged painfully. "I am going to start cutting the rest of your shirt." I nodded and let my forehead rest on Steve's shoulder as I heard the scissors cut into the back of my shirt and up to the neck. When she was finished, she started peeling the shirt away from my left arm. Steve stepped away enough for the shirt to fall away and he pulled it off my good arm, leaving me in a bloody tank top. "You ready?"

Slowly she lifted the bottom of the top up, beside her Jonathan reached for the blanket still pressed to my side and pulled it away gently. Some of the fabric stuck to my raw skin and I cursed, Steve tightened his grip to keep me from pulling away.

"Jesus." Nancy said quietly once the damp clothing was pulled away from the wounded area and she could see all the damage. My whole side and abdomen was covered in blood. Looking down there were three large claw marks running from the bottom of my rib to the top of my hip. "Jim she needs a hospital." I looked up not realizing Hopper was standing in the doorway. He had a deep scowl on his face as he looked at the bloody mess.