Still pretty??? Mileven ??

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A\N SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG, YOU KNOW ME, BUT HERES MY VERSION OF CHAPTER 97, UM ITS NOT AS GOOD AS THE OTHERS BUT YEAH, HERES MY TAKE ON IT! ENJOY XXX <3

Mikes POV
Lights... bright lights and a painfully loud high tone in my ears, the type that plays in movies when someone's getting beat up. Am I dead? I can't see anything apart from the burning my bright light so I shut my eyes. I faintly hear quiet noise. My head connects to my nerves a bit and I am rapidly becoming aware of the horrific pain in my back and head. I try to move my hands. Nope. I can move my eyes behind my eyelids now. Am I dead? Is this what it's like to die? I come to my senses and overwhelming fear swims in the pit of my stomach making me feel sick. I left el behind... she's alone with those men doing god knows what to her and there isn't a single thing I can do because I'm fucking dead...
I feel like crying... if I could. I'm panicked to high hell and I have no idea what to do. The high tone in my ears subsides to beeping. I'm now 3/4 awake. I now hear the noise a bit clearer now. I hear low murmurs and someone's foot tapping. A door opened. I tried to move my head. Shit that hurts. I let out a low groan and the murmur silenced. I opened my eyes now I was facing away from the light. Orange... my vision was blurred. I see orange... I see two black squares floating... I see...
I could see better now.
"Mike!" A voice so recognizably Richie yelled, shooting up and gripping at me. I tried to stop the hiss of pain that escaped my lips but it was too late. Richie pulled back quickly but grabbed my hand instead, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss on if. I could see properly now. He looked tired, the black smudges under his eyes a sharp contrast to the sickly pale skin on his face and red rings around his eyes.
"Hey rich," I croaked, struggling to shimmy up so I was sitting up. "You look like shit," I wrapped my arms around him  and pulled him into a hug. I winced. This fucking hurts. Then before we knew what was happening we were sobbing frantically onto each others shoulders. A small frame clambered onto my other side and curled into me, wrapping their arms around my torso. Eddie.
"Eds..." I whispered hoarsely. He nodded, crying too. Max flew up behind Eddie and squeezed me, crying too.
"You're the orange I saw then," I struggled through the sentence with a smile. She just let out a half sob, half laugh and hugged me again. After a short while I  opened my eyes (which I didn't know I squeezed shut) and saw a red, teary eyed Steve on the end of my bed, tears slipping down his face softly. I shakily put a weak arm out and he hurried over and pulled us all into a group hug.
"You scared me kid," He croaked.
"How long was I out?" I asked, scared of the answer.
"About 4 days. It was so scary." Eddie whispered.
"W-where are the others?" I tried saying.
"Joyce  took will back since he hasn't slept in about 50 hours, Hopper has stayed with el, Dustin and Lucas have been swapping rooms every hour or so, Bev and Ben are sleeping in the waiting room and Stan, Mike and bill went home to get you two something for when you wake up." Richie said.

Panic struck my heart.

"Us two? Who else? What do you mean 'swapping rooms'? Swapping rooms with who? Hop stayed with El? She's safe? They found her? She's out of there? Is she alright?" I  asked hysterically. Eddies face whitened.
"Oh god..." he whispered, tears jumping to his eyes again. 
"El... she's... she's in, um... really bad state..." Steve whispered. I felt like a huge metal weight had just been dumped on my stomach.
"She... she... is s-she... she d..d-de...?" I couldn't bring myself to say it, crying again. Fucking hell, no, no no no not my baby... no... I let out a whimper. Then another. Then another. I sunk into myself, curling up feeling so vulnerable and unstable. Tears slipped down my cheeks as my widened eyes darted between the 4, max, Richie and Eddie crawling off the bed. I shook my head slowly.
"N-no... no... no she's... shes not. She's really bad though. We... well they said, the doctors, that she's probably going to... to... go. Leave us." Steve said, looking at his feet and wiping his eyes. My heart stopped.
"No, God, please no... no it... she can't... this isn't happening this isn't ever going to happen, she's never going to leave me... she can't leave me behind... she... she... please don't let her leave me behind... I'll... I can't... I love her, she can't... she can't go, no no no no no... I need her, she can't..." my voice broke just about the same time as my heart. This... I couldn't even comprehend it. Whimpers. Lots. I couldn't help it. They slipped from my mouth like tears from my eyes. This was too much.
"Mike, she's not dead. You have to understand that it's a likely probability but she is, for now, alive so instead of crying, ask questions. It'll take your mind off." Steve muttered.
"I- O-okay, um, what the fuck happened? For starters," I asked. Steve shot me a "language, Michael," look. I ignored it. Obviously.
"No! No, don't look at me like that, I thought I was dead, I thought I died! To save her, but it turns out she's in worse fucking state than me!" I yelled.
"Why would you think you were dead?" Eddie whispered.
"I don't know, because there was a gun to my head, I hear a shot, my head hurt like shit and I'm out cold for 4 days. Why'd you think?" I snarled.
"There was a gun to your head? Jesus, hop didn't say anything about that..." Richie said. I snapped my head around to look at him. Ow. Instant regret.
"What do you mean? Hop was there?" I asked, teary again for whatever reason.
"Well, yeah? What d'you think happened?" Max said.

Hoppers POV
Okay... where'd mike say he was going? He's been gone for 6 hours with my car and I'm starting to get worried. The bluebell motel. Somewhere off the edge of curly? Actually... that name rings a bell... where from? I don't know. I grab Steve's keys off the counter an get in his car. Don't know when he arrived, been sorta out of it since el went missing. I tap the steering wheel impatiently, going strictly faster than legal. Fuck it, I'm chief of police. In Hawkins.
"Drug misuse!" I yelled to myself. That's where I knew it from! I didn't realize my window was down and I was in traffic. The guy next to me just looked over. I threw a sarcastic smile. No time for this.
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I get to the run down place and check all rooms. No mike. Shit. I run upstairs. Every room. No mike. Upstairs. Every room. Is that mike?!
I freeze then jolt away from the door. What the fuck did I just see?!?
Mike
Gun
El
Man
Boy

My mind can't process what's going on. I catch my breath and silently pull my gun out of its holster on the belt. Deep breath. I need to calm down, stop shaking, or I'll shoot one of my kids.
No, um....The kids. I'll shoot one of the kids.
Shut up jim and do what you have to.
I sneak another glance.
Mikes getting off his knees. He throws an empty smile at el. Oh my god, they both look a mess. Mike is dirty and disheveled, el is bleeding, bruised and her shirt is torn and discarded on the floor. A wave of dad protectiveness came over me seeing her so vulnerable. I wait till it went quiet for a second then I whipped around the door and shot the guy who had the gun at mikes head clean between the eyes. El screamed and fell to the floor, looking away, not realising that the man got shot, not mike. The boy made a bolt for it and the man fell on top of mike. A sickening crack sounded but I had to check on el first. She was screaming, curled in a ball on the floor, occasionally hiccuping with how hard she was crying. Oh my god. I scooped her up in my arms and sat against a wall, trying to soothe her. When I finally got her quiet, I whispered to her.
"El? Eleven?" I said softly. She opened her eyes. Jesus. She was a mess, runny nose, red, bloodshot eyes, a split lip and dark purple bruise on her eye. I decided to ignore all the hickeys. Not the time, nor the place.
"Sweetie? You okay?" I asked. She breathed hard and stared into my eyes, like a deer in about 600 headlights. She turned her head slowly and I took her cheek before she got a look of whatever went on over there. All I knew is there was blood. A lot of it.
"I'm sorry..." she whispered.
"W...What?" I asked.
"I killed him... it... it was my fault, I-I shouldn't have given in, I should've fought for him like he'd have fought for me. And now he's... he's..." she glanced over before I could stop her and her eyes immediately snatched back to me as soon as she saw the mass of scarlet. She took a deep breath. "Something... something inside me shattered. It broke. And I don't think it can ever be fixed, hop, I really don't," she whispered hoarsely. I heard a low buzz and el looked down at her hands. Her veins... they were red, not blue? El looked scared of herself, her eyes wide and teary.
"Hop, I... i don't... I..." She passed out. Her veins were normal. I ran her to the car and came back for mike. I hauled the man off the top of him and saw his back twisted at a weird angle. He was out cold. I hauled him up too and took him to the car, but with a lot more difficulty. The kids almost as tall as me and fucking heavy too. God.

I sigh and lean back in my chair, watching my daughter sleep in the awful hospital bed, tubes attached to her, feeding her and whatever. She hasn't woken yet. I squeeze my eyes shut and put my head in my hands.
"Hop?" A tiny voice croaked. I snapped my head up and saw el. I expected familiar warm chocolate eyes, the bright smile I grew to love... but all I saw looking back at me was a dead eyed broken little girl.

A\N IF IM FEELING AMBITIOUS, WE MIGHT GET TO CHAPTER 100 BY CHRISTMAS!!!! MAYBE I NEED TO STOP PROCRASTINATING... MEH ILL DO IT LATER.
ANYWHO, HOPE YOU ENJOYED, SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!!! ILY ALL BYEEEEEEE XXX