the boy in the bubble, criss 𝜗𝜚

ii. fire and the flood

( THE BOY IN THE BUBBLE )
ACT II, CHAPTER TWO:
FIRE AND THE FLOOD
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"l-let me go!" she cries out, thrashing in the taller boys grip, "let me go!"

her eyes tear up when he pushes her against a tree, the feeling of her back cracking runs through her whole body.

"shut the hell up!" he shouts in her face, hand coming across her cheek in a hard slap.

"patrick, please!" (y/n)'s voice comes out strangled as he presses his hand against her throat.

his free hand pulls out his zippo and lets the flame hit her cheek.

"don't worry, doll. you'll feel better soon."

the dark haired boy puts the zippo away and takes out a knife, the grin never leaving his face as he begins to run it all over her face.

the strangled cry of his sister causes ben to jump out of bed and run down the hall.

his heart pounds his chest dangerously as he opens the door to see his sister thrashing around on her bed.

he jumps onto her, trying to wake her from whatever vivid nightmare is keeping her under.

"(y/n)!" the boy cries, chubby hands lightly slapping her face.

when she doesn't respond, he calls for his mother.

"what is it-" the elder woman cannot even finish her sentence as a loud shriek escapes her lungs.

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"w-will she b-be okay?" bill stutters as him, ben, richie, and beverly all sit in the waiting room of the hospital.

the rest of the losers couldn't afford skipping school.

ben can't even speak as tears continue to roll down his cheeks.

"it's okay, haystack. she'll get better." richie pats his friends back.

"mrs.hanscom?" a nurse steps out, a sympathetic smile on her face as she locks eyes with the tired looking mother.

everyone's ears perk up as they watch the two woman converse.

when the grey haired woman returns, they all stare with eager eyes.

"she's awake."

ben jumps up at the sound of that, about to run to his sister's room when his mother stops him.