I feel like this book really sucks, but I'm gonna keep writing it cuz I hate when books are unfinished and I guess some of you like it so this is for you guys :)
When they arrived to the hospital, Eddie visibly shuddered. He hated the idea of hospitals, even if he'd never been in one himself. His mother would always call doctors for him, but never actually take him.
He knew they were full of needles, scalpels, and lights so bright they give you a headache. It was that last place he wanted Richie to be, even if he wasn't a patient.
As soon as they walked inside, a blast of cool air hit them, and they saw Bev sitting in a chair in the waiting room.
"Hey, losers," she said with a smile before embracing them all with a hug. When she got to Eddie and hugged him, she pulled away, looking at him with concern. "Did you eat when you were at Bill's?"
"Yes, Ben made sandwiches," Eddie responded with a small smile. He felt the want to trust Bev. She was like the older sister he had never had but always needed.
"Good. Richie's in room thirty seven with his mom. Straight down the hall to the left, okay? Do you want me to walk you?"
Eddie shook his head, determined to figure out something on his own. The losers all smiled encouragingly, allowing Eddie to walk off and find Richie.
The walk to the room was relatively easy, and Eddie found himself in front of the door. He knocked slowly, almost so quiet he was sure Richie didn't hear it. In spite of himself, Eddie cautiously walked inside and found Richie sitting next to Maggie. Both of them were crying.
"Uh, s-sorry, I can, um, come back," Eddie stuttered, turning to walk away.
"It's okay, Eds," Richie said, running over to Eddie and embracing him in a tight hug. "I'm glad you came."
Eddie breathed in the comforting scent of Richie, picking up the smell of cigarettes this time, but felt better anyway.
Richie pulled Eddie over to two chairs in the corner of the room and had Eddie sit down on one, taking the other one for herself. Maggie was smiling at both of them, scratching at one of her arms. That's when Eddie noticed that both were tightly wrapped in bandages.
"Eddie, right?" Maggie asked, looking at how her son had a an arm over Eddie's shoulders, pulling their two chairs close together.
"Yes. Uh, Eddie Kaspbrack," he mumbled, introducing himself awkwardly.
"I'm glad you're friends with my son. He could use a good influence," Maggie said, upset with herself.
"Mom, you're not a bad influence-" Richie began, only to be stopped by Maggie.
"Yes, sweetie, I am. I should have never let being upset get the best of me. I love you, but I know now that you don't trust me."
Richie bowed his head, and Eddie wrapped his arms around Richie tightly, trying to offer some type of support.
"Richie says that you have something about your life that you need help with, but he didn't want to tell me. He just said you need help," Maggie said, her tone laced with concern.
"I, uh, I'm alright, actually." Eddie didn't feel safe telling Maggie something so heavy and depressing, especially with her in the hospital.
Richie looked at Eddie in shock. "She wants to help you, Eddie!"
"She's sick, Richie. I don't want to make things worse," Eddie said, blushing with embarrassment and a little bit of anger.
