"But feelings can't be ignored, no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem."
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"Princess my ass, I'm the motherfucking queen."
{on hold until season four}
AN: Blake's outfit is the same as the previous two chapters.
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"Do you know your name?" Dr. Owens asked the boy, checking his pupils. They boy answered, "Will."
"Your full name?"
The boy almost hesitated for a moment, "William Byers."
"Do you know who I am?" Owens questioned. Will looked down for a second, "A doctor?"
Everyone nodded, watching the boy in anticipation, "Have we met before?"
He shook his head, "I-I don't remember." Owens noted this questioning, "You don't remember me? Okay, what about these two?"
He pointed towards Mike and Blake, who were standing right next to each other. Will turned, narrowing his eyes at the girl before going over to Michael who waved, "It's alright... take your time."
"That's... my friends. Mike and Blake."
Everyone, including Blake, gave a small smile, and Hopper said, "How about me, Kid? Do you remember me?"
Will turned to Hopper, looking at him for a second before shaking his head. The man's smile dropped, "They told me that you helped save me last night, you remember that?"
Will shook his head again.
"Do you remember anything about last night? About what happened?"
"I remember... they hurt me." Joyce put a hand on her face, turning slightly to Bob as the doctor questioned, "You mean the doctors?"
Will's eye twitched, "No. The soldiers."
Blake looked over at her Dad, shaking her head telling him that they didn't hurt him. Hopper discretely nodded, showing he understood and Owens raised a brow, "The soldiers hurt you?"
"They shouldn't have done that. It upset him." Will simply replied. Dr. Owens brought a picture out to show Will, "You say it upset him. Is that him?"
The boy turned to him, nodding.
"Okay... I want to try something. It's going to seem a little odd at first but I think it's really going to help us understand what's going on here. Is that okay?"
"Okay."
After a few moments of awkward silence, Blake jumped up on the counter next to Hop and Mike followed her, leaning his head on her shoulder. Another doctor came in, wheeling in a fragment of the vines from the tunnels and a blowtorch. "Now, Will. We just want you to let us know if you feel anything. Okay?"
The man ignited the torch, a blue fire erupting from the nozzle. As the flame moved forward, Will visibly tensed, starting to sweat. "Do you feel anything?
