Shapes - Stan Uris x Reader

~18~

The idea of getting professional medical attention right now should've been the first option, but not for the losers. Eddie knew exactly what to do from his countless, by that he means twice, times of experience. The rest simply followed his every instruction as well and try not to outright kill Y/n. Bill and Stan carried her out are careful as they possibly could while also being quick about it. 

Y/n was set down on the uncut grass, her open wound starting to soak the ground and change the color to red. Richie didn't want anything to do with it, turns out he can't handle open surgery by a couple of teenagers. "This is gonna hurt like a motherfucker, Y/n," Eddie held sewing supplies in his hands that were covered with sterile gloves. You never really know how much a fanny pack can fit until you see it, I guess. 

Y/n grasped onto Stan's hand and squeezed once Eddie started stitching her back together. Not many people really experience raw surgery, so it would be a pretty epic story to tell to others if she actually lived through this. She was continuously stopping herself from passing out on the spot every few seconds until the worst of it stopped.

She looked up to a sweating Eddie, "You sure you don't want to be a surgeon?" the shadow of a laugh passed through her lips, then she finally dropped her head on the grass and released Stan's hand.

"And constantly be around sick people? No fucking way," he peeled the bloody gloves off of his hand and threw it to the ground. At this point, littering was the least of their problems.

Stan finally exhaled, seeing your girlfriend no longer on the brink of actual fucking death does help with that. Richie finally walked back around them with Ben, "Let's never fucking do that shit again."

~27 Years Later~

Y/n held her shirt up in the mirror, running her hand over the huge scar that ran across her stomach. She didn't know how she got it or when, but she knows that something must've happened in order for it to happen. Her whole life in Derry was foggy in her mind.

The most she remembers was some old high school boyfriend of hers, whose name she had no recollection of, doing something dumb and she had to move away for it.

She dropped the clothing at the sound of her cell phone ringing. The caller wasn't one of her contacts, but the location was from Derry. "Hello?"

"Y/n L/n? It's Mike Hanlon," the voice from the other end spoke in a clear voice. In an instant, her stomach started to shoot pain through her body and she felt uneasy. "It's back and you need to come back home."

Y/n was reluctant in coming back to Derry, a place she just felt wrong in. Her memories slowly started to come back to her when she drove into the town lines. She looked at herself in her rearview mirror and took a deep breath. "This was your childhood. These were your friends, so everything is gonna be fine."

She blinked a few times, desperately trying to make herself walk into the restaurant, "At least you'll get to see Stan again."

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Eat my ass I finally finished this book. I wrote this during freshman year and I'm a junior now, does that mean im not writing anymore? No. I saw Chapter 2 and have an idea for a book that im excited about so yall can stay for that soon or whatever.

Thanks for sticking with me on this long...long ride.