(this might be a trigger warning)
Y/N POV
i continuously bit my nails out of anxiety habits. pacing up and down the tile floor i mumbled random words to myself. i felt like i was dreaming. i really wish i was dreaming.
Richie had gotten in a street fight, a bad one, and he was bleeding way too much. at first, the doctors thought they had taken care of him. but they were wrong, he started to have a seizure. it was so hard to even be in the same room while this was happening. the nurses and doctors were screaming and yelling commands and urgently operated on Richie, hopefully doing their best to keep him from dying. i couldn't handle it, seeing him unconscious and shaking in that hospital bed. it was too much. my eyes were already red and everything, especially my heart hurt. Beverly suggested i got out of the room like the rest of the group so i didn't have to experience what was happening now. but i told her i wanted to stay here. stay here with Richie until he was better. i needed him to be better. he-
my thoughts were interrupted by a loud piercing sound of the monitor.
"flatlining!" a nurse called.
my hand flew to my mouth and i wanted to faint, punch a wall, and cry all at the same time. no. this couldn't be happening. i screamed in pain and ran to Richies now lifeless body. i held him and cried harder than i ever had before. i kept crying out the word, "no!". while mourning over him, the group had rushed in and began to cry with me. "come back!" i cried, even knowing that it wasn't going to happen. "i need you back."
i gasped. a bright light faded so i could finally gain vision. i was still in a hospital and Richie was stroking my forehead and hair while i laid on my back.
"i know it's hard, but Bev's okay! she's back. no need to be sad." Richie smiled. i sat up and looked into the patients room we were sitting outside of. Beverly was sitting upright in the hospital bed.
