atelophobia ↠ e. kaspbrak | ✓

Chapter Five

"Dude, she's been out cold for, like three hours now. We should just put her down."

"Why don't you shut up, Richie!? She'll be fine, you dipstick!"

"You don't know that! She might have suffered head injuries and died on the spot."

"She didn't suffer head injuries, retard! Plus, I'm sure we would know if she died because hm, maybe she WOULDN'T BE BREATHING?!"

"B-both of y-you n-need to shut up! S-she passed out p-pretty hard, it's just g-gonna t-take a w-while to get her u-up."

My eyes fluttered open and I groaned weakly.

"She's up!" A familiar voice exclaimed happily.

I blinked hard a few times, letting my eyes become adjusted as I sat up and started to stand.

I didn't get too far before I nearly collapsed onto the ground. I felt a pair of arms grab me around the waist and try to pull me upright into a standing position. The unknown pair of arms proceeded to gently drag me back and set me on whatever I had been laying upon earlier.

"Looks like Hot Stuff here is a strong one! Don't think I've ever seen someone stand up immediately and try to walk after waking up from passing out." A boy's voice spoke up.

The familiar voice from earlier whispered something in my ear, "ease up, ok? Here. I'll get you your glasses," they said and I suddenly felt a pair of warm hands slip something heavy onto my face. I blinked and watched as the world finally fell into place. I recognized the familiar voice right away after I saw big, brown eyes and chestnut colored hair come into view in front of me.

Eddie.

I felt a blush slowly creep into my cheeks at the realization.

A boy only a little bigger than Eddie popped into my line of sight and practically sat on my legs.

"So. What's it like passing out? Did you feel like you were dying? I've always wondered what it would feel like to pass out. I would try to do it, but technically, that's suicide and suicide is supposed to be illegal and I wouldn't wanna go to jail 'cause I'm thirteen which is considered a teenager so, they'd most likely throw me in with the big dudes who tried to murder their cousin and grandpa." The boy spouted, never coming up for breath.

"Wha..." , my sentence dropped off, "what even?"

I looked over at Eddie who sighed exasperatedly. "That's Richie Tozier and he's a pain in the rear end." He strained the last part of his sentence, glaring at the talkative boy with a mop of black hair and thick-rimmed glasses.

     "Ok, well, Richie Tozier, don't call me Hot Stuff and get off my legs." I snapped, rolling my eyes.

     Richie looked at Eddie who shoved him off with both arms quickly.

     "I'm gonna start calling both of you drama queen." He mumbled from his place on the floor, getting up and walking off.

I heard a door open and close then a pair of footsteps approaching and l glanced over to see a skinny boy with kind eyes and a bag of ice in his hand.

He came up to me and handed it to Eddie who placed it gently against my forehead.

"I-I figured y-you p-probably have a b-bit of a h-headache, s-so I g-got you that." He stated, shooting me a weak smile.

"Thanks. I do have a bit of one." I replied, smiling back at him sweetly.

"That's Bill Denbrough." Eddie said, gesturing to him.

I nodded understandingly.

"S-so, y-you probably wanna know what h-happened." Bill spoke, shrugging awkwardly.

I nodded again, this time reluctant.

"W-well, t-there's n-not much to it." He stated. "Eddie said y-you both w-were walking on N-Neibolt s-street when you s-suddenly col-l-lapsed."

My eyes trailed over to Eddie who was looking down at his shoes.

He knew what happened... maybe not all of it... but he knew... and he wasn't gonna tell.

Triple update on dem hoes. That's what I'm talking about. I've got that creative flow going for once in my life, haha.