El's POV:
After I found Mike my life was so much better, it was easier. I could wake up every morning, the sunlight peeking through the blinds, knowing that I, Eleven, was safe.
I trust Mike so much because he has given me more than anyone ever has. He let me live in his room and he gave me all of the Eggos I could ever want. I really do love Eggos. I met his parents and they were extremely helpful, so I trusted them too. When Dustin, Lucas and Will came over I was a little nervous even though they were my friends, I didn't trust them as much as Mike. They would always ask me questions about what happened and...where I went. My hands would constantly shake and my spine would feel like a metal bar.
Since Will had been in the Upside Down and made previous contact with the Demogorgon, I knew he would be sick when he returned... I just... knew.
After a while of staying in Mike's house, I became sick. The Wheelers hid me, so that I didn't have to go to school. I like school, a lot. My head would hurt occasionally, but I didn't tell Mike for a while because I knew that I could take care of myself. I couldn't stand Mike looking hurt when I told him the first time my head hurt. He asked me a lot of questions that I couldn't understand. He told me he would give me gross large red pills called pain relievers but they did so little for me. My headaches would become worse and soon Mike's family took me to the hospital. The intimidating doctors asked a lot of questions about my birthplace which I had no memory of what had happened before the bad men. I knew that they only wanted me for my powers.
The hospital was normal for me, since it shared so many similarities with the lab. The distinct smell of amnesia liquid, the feeling of damp walls, the tense feelings of death encasing you to nothing, emptiness. Though, the feelings of laying on the hard table, with a little mattress, in a gown that was similar to the one I wore when I escaped Hawkins Lab, the blood being drawn, the constant tears shed. It was familiar to me. I was used to it. It... grew on me.
The feeling of Mike visiting me in the hospital were like small glimpses of light down a deep dark tunnel. He cares for me so much. He holds my hand and tells me I'll be ok. I believe him with every stinging nerve, tense muscle and weary bone in my body. I can't wait for the opportunities we will have together when we grow up. I've always wanted to learn to ride something Mike calls a... bicycle. He always rides his and lets me ride on the back.
The doctors and nurses would fly in and out of my room and take multiple tests each day. They asked many questions, and even though I had no family record, they would question me about who was to visit. It was always Mike. Always Mike. Only Mike.
The hospital provided medication for some of my headaches, that were apparently abnormal. They made my hands sweat and my body temperature to rise quickly. I used to always Mike's family, who rarely visited, about how cold I was all the time; goosebumps constantly rising up my arms.
Each day at the hospital was routine, each test and question similar to the next. Until one day, the doctor that was the head of the "brain labs" noticed something different about my blood test. Apparently, my body was going into "shut down mode". They explained that this could cause death, considering my circumstances. My heart ached. I was worried more for Mike than I was for me. I had some hope though because they explained to me that whatever happens, might have a slightly more.....hopeful outcome.
The days creeped forward. The thoughts of absence tingling the hairs on my heck. I wanted anything but to leave Mike. I couldn't let him go through this. The day finally came. My skull was prickly the day before and the blood take from my nose was darker than normal....
The room began to spin. I gripped the hospital sheets. "Mike! Mike!", I couldn't leave, not today. My throat burned. My eyes suddenly rolled back into my head. My vision went black. I could hear the faint movement of doctors in the background. Suddenly, they drifted farther away. It felt like I was...floating. Sometimes even sinking. The visions were dark, it felt as if I was trapped. I had no feeling in my nerves or muscles. I was worried if I would ever return. If I would ever see Mike again...
