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Mike was anxious to see Will, fidgeting with his hands and shaking his leg up and down nervously while he sat. His eyes staring off into space as his pupils stared at the floor. His mind was clouded with the questions and thoughts of his best friend who was the only thing that he cared about at this moment. The guck and dirt from the sewers was still stuck onto his clothes, staining his hair and hands. His eyes and cheeks were red from the tears that he had shed for believing that Will had died. He wished he see Will laying on his hospital bed and hug him, telling him how much he thought that he had died.
The waiting room was the last place Mike would want to be, chairs surrounding the walls with coffee tables filled with magazines and lamps in the corners except for the door. The five boys sat in the waiting room, all with different expressions while Will was being treated. Everyone had something different than the other just by their actions and faces.
Bill sat next to Mike, his eyes looking off in the distance. Dried blood and the grime of the sewers stuck to his cheek, going down his neck and underneath his jaw. He looked zoned out, stuck in his own thoughts. Which was the same thing that Stan was doing. Stan sat next to Bill, not saying a word while the only thing that he had gotten dirty was his shoes, which might have been because he had not touched Will at all, nor the sewers.
Richie was sitting next to Mike with a relaxed expression. Even with what had happened, he had a smile on his face while his arm leaning on Eddie's chair. His eyes looking at Eddie to cheer him up, which wasn't working that much because Eddie looked concerned, whining about that his mother would kill him if she had known he was in the sewers with Will Byers. She believed that he was cursed because Will's own father had called him a horrible word that represented boys who liked boys.
"Mike!" A voice erupted him from his thoughts, his head moving up to be enveloped in a hug by his two best friends, Lucas and Dustin. Mike felt happy that his friends came when they could, or else they would deal with an angry Mike Wheeler.
"Holy shit Mike!" Dustin exclaimed, his voice cracking from puberty. "You look like you just got out of another dimension,"
Mike chuckled, smiling at the two as he rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Dustin," He replied.
Lucas looked at the other boys, his eyes meeting Richie while Richie was watching their reunion. "You're Richie right? The one who contacted us?"
Richie smiled and nodded. "Yup. That's me, sweetie," He replied while pushing up his glasses. "You're Lucas right? The one who talked to me?"
"Yeah," Lucas said softly with a smile as he nodded. "This is Dustin. He's the one who called the police,"
"It wasn't that big of a deal, Lucas," Dustin replied with a sigh, adjusting his cap while he spoke.
"Tha-thank yo-you for he-helping u-us," Bill said softly with a smile, his stuttering had become worse since they had left the sewers and Mike had been in shock since then.
