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Eddie's Recovery

Eddie lied peacefully in the hospital bed, the monitor showing his steady heartbeat. Richie was sitting on the stiff armchair right next to Eddie's bed, his hand tightly holding onto Eddie's, careful not to accidentally bother the IV's on his wrist.

Richie looked like a mess, his hair disheveled and greasy. It'd been almost four days since Beverly basically forced him to shower, and he assumed she'd do it again when she came to visit later in the afternoon. He looked around the light blue room, staring out the door and down the hallway to see if any of the other losers were going to come and check up on them.

They all had their own lives to figure out. Stanley and Patty were ready to leave for their home almost immediately after they defeated Pennywise, but are kindly staying till Eddie wakes up— or if they're informed of any other news.

Ben is working from the hotel, overseeing a new shopping mall. He'd already missed a few days of work and needed to get his hours in, since he didn't have a "sane" excuse on why he missed almost a week of work. Beverly was right by his side half the time, working intently on separating from Tom to live with Ben.

Bill and Mike were just tired. They'd spent their entire lives trying to defeat It, and now that it was gone they just needed a nap.

Richie needed one too, but he'd rather stay up and watch Eddie sleep, talk to him about nothing, watch YouTube videos with him, and place soft kisses on his forehead. The nurses came in every hour or so to check up on Eddie—and Richie too. They'd bring him some food and plenty of water, but he'd hardly touch it.

It's not like the losers didn't check in— they always did! It was just Richie, though, who sat up at night, watching Eddie's monitors and admiring him in the moonlight. His lightly freckled cheeks, his pointy nose that looked scrunched up even when he was lost in a coma, and even his wrinkles and little grey hairs looked gorgeous to Richie. It was Richie who told the nurse all of Eddie's allergies, listing them in alphabetical order and telling the severity of all of them. It was Richie who held his hand before they rushed him into emergency surgery. It was Richie who didn't sleep for 27 hours, afraid of the news the doctors would give. It was Richie who loved him most.

The sun began to set over Derry, the autumn leaves burning a bright red in the sun. The orange light spilled through the window, falling onto Eddie's bed. It left a golden-orange streak over Eddie's face, his eyes looking even brighter.

Wait, eyes?! Richie thought, jumping up almost immediately and placing his hands onto his disheveled hair. Eddie's eyes were slowly fluttering open!

"Eddie! Holy shit, Eddie are you awake?" He asked, leaning over the bed frame. Eddie winced in pain and looked up at Richie.

"Rierchie?" Eddie muffled, his eyes barely staying up and voice muffled by the ventilator.

"Holy- Wait a sec Eds I gotta grab a nurse!"

Richie sprinted out of the room, looking up and down the hallway to grab a nurse.

"Sir no run-"

"Edward Kasprak woke up! Room 221!" Richie interrupted the frazzled nurse, who just nodded and spoke into her earpiece. Richie ran back to the room before another nurse could scold him.

He burst through the room door, making an unholy crash onto the doorframe. Eddie looked up slowly and just sighed, closing his eyes again. Richie smiled and sat back down, fidgeting with hoodies string.