Stranger Things Imagines II

SOMEWAY, SOMEHOW

"How long?" The doctor asked you, holding his notepad and clipboard close to his chest with a pen in his pocket and a thin frown on his lips while you laid out, vulnerable, on a table with your best friend's mom beside you.

"About two months."

You heard the scribble of an ink pen plotting down what you had told him. You knew that people were watching through those cameras. People that didn't care if you lived or died.

"When did you first feel it?" He asked you.

Silence settled uncomfortably in the room as you shifted slightly to avoid the goosebumps crawling and tingling up your cold skin.

"Around three weeks ago." You replied gently.

Your head hurt with the consistent writing that was being put down onto the paper with the solid black ink that enhanced your senses. A small beeping noise from the monitor kept your skin crawling and your head pounding.

"Where were you when it happened?"

You took a thick swallow, eyes quickly darting to the loudly ticking clock on the other side of the room before responding.

"In my school. The ink made its way to me."

"Mhmm." The doctor replied, pressing the pen into the paper yet again, but this time he didn't ask you a question but instead ripped off the sheet of paper, handing it to a nurse who ran out of the room.

"We'll get back with you." He said before standing up and leaving the room.

The uncomfortable silence settled once more.

"Someway, somehow, you'll get through this." You heard yourself mumble.

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someone make up a cool response to this chapter & also tell me what you think they're talking about.

-katherine