Late Nights... ✨- Reddie (ON HOLD)

Chapter Eighteen

Richie picked a sleeping Eddie off his lap, carrying him bridal style up the stairs, kissing the boys temple softly. He opened the door to his dark room and walked over to his bed. Everyone was scattered around the house, leaving his room empty for him and Eddie.

"Here you go, baby." Richie whispered, laying Eddie in his bed, covering him up with a blanket. He kissed his forehead and stroked his hair softly, when a still sleeping Eddie grabbed his hand, putting his cheek against his palm. Fuck. That was adorable. He's adorable. Eddie is an adorable human being. My adorable being.
Richie snuggled in beside Eddie, carefully moving around him as to not wake him. Eddie snuggled into Richies arm, moaning softly.

"G'night Chee, love you." Eddie said, still half asleep.

Richie couldn't sleep for the life of him. He stared between the ceiling and the small boy in his arms. Back and forth, his eyes slowly shifting closed.

That's when the screaming started.

"RICHIE, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW."

He could tell it was Beverly by the shrill in her voice. She only gets that way when serious goes down. Like the time Richie broke his leg and needed to go to the emergency room, or when Ben chipped his tooth and it started bleeding.

He sprang out of bed, Eddie slowly waking up as Richie battled down the stairs. He ran into the foyer, not knowing where she was.

"Bev? Bev where are you?" Richie called, looking around frantically.

A terrified Beverly ran into the room from the bathroom. She took his hand and dragged him in, exposing a bleeding Bill.

"Bill, oh my god. What the fuck happened?" Richie asked, looking to Bill and Bev for answers as a tired, but frantic Eddie appeared. He took one look at Bill and automatically went to work.

"You're going to be okay, okay? What's your name?" Eddie asked.

"B-B-Big B-B-Bill." He said with a small chuckle, instantly regretting it as he clutched his bleeding forehead.

"That's right, Big Bill. What happened buddy?" Eddie asked as he grabbed a wash cloth off the counter, applying pressure to the wound.

"I-I-I was trying t-to leave the b-b-bathroom after going, a-a-and I t-t-tripped on my o-own tw-two f-feet. I th-think I h-hit m-my head on the t-t-toilet." Bill said, pointing towards the small crack on the lid of the toilet.

"Do you wanna try sitting on the edge of the tub? I'll make sure you don't fall backwards," Eddie said, holding Bills hand as he helped him shift up to the edge of the tub when he remembered, "Shit, where's Stan, you guys?"

Richie raised his hand, "I'll get him, don't worry." He patted Bill on the shoulder softly as he started towards the door.

"Don't, don't let him come i-in. I don't want h-h-him to see me l-like th-this." Bill said as his face reddened.

"No promises. I'm sure he'll be worried sick so, I can't fight off an Angry Stanley." Richie said, throwing his hands up in defense. He left the bathroom as Eddie started explaining how Bill couldn't sleep tonight because he might have a concussion.

He found Stanley on the couch, his arm hanging over the edge as his fingers trailed the carpet. Richie shook his shoulder softly, whispering to wake him.

"Hey. Hey Stanley. Stan the Man, wakey wakey. No eggs or bakey though because it's like four in the morning so Mike isn't making breakfast yet, but get up anyways. Stan. Stan, get the fuck up." He said, smacking his shoulder hard, Stanley sitting straight up.

"Oh my god Richie. What the fuck is going on? Did you say it was four in the morning? Something about 'eggs and bakey'?" Stan said, rubbing his eyes as he yawned.

"Well, Stan the Man, it's about Bill." Richie explained the situation, and how Eddie was taking care of him but that Bill didn't want Stan to see him like that.

"What do you mean he doesn't want me to see him like that? I need to see him." Stanley moved to get off the couch but Richie grabbed his hand before he was out of reach, pulling him back down.

"Dude, I'll sit on your chest, I don't give a shit. You're not going in there until he says it's okay, alright?" Richie said, intertwining their fingers together.

Stan looked at Richie, his eyes welling up with tears. Richie put his arm around him, holding him close to his chest.

"Shhh, I know. He's okay, he's just got a little cut on his forehead. That's it. He's fine, Stan the Man. Doctor K in there is fixing him right up."

"Doctor K, huh? Good one, Einstein." Eddie said, appearing in the door way with Bill's arm wrapped around his shoulder.

Stanley gasped, "Oh my god, Bill." He went to Bill, putting his arms around his middle as he buried his face into his neck.

"I-I-I'm fine Stan, r-r-really." Bill said, wrapping his arms around Stans neck, blushing.

The rest of the gang helped him to the couch, all sitting around waiting for Mike to get up since Bill couldn't sleep due to his possible concussion. Eddie scooted close to Richie, laying his head on his shoulder. He tilted his head to whisper into Richies ear.

"Doctor K. huh? I like it, kind of a nice ring to it don'tcha think?"

Richie smiled, wrapping his arm around Eddie. He breathed the boy in as he kissed the top of his head.

"I'm captivated by you, Eddie Spaghetti Kaspbrack."