Losers Club fanfics

StanleyxEddie

I heard the boy crying before I saw him, but I immediately knew who it was.
"Eddie?" I called out, worried.
The sniffling subsided for a moment, and a weak voice called out. "I-I'm over here."
I ran towards the small boy's voice, nearly tripping over him in the darkness. We were in the woods behind our houses, and I had saw Henry Bowers and his gang sneaking out of the forest. I immediately thought of Eddie, who the gang always seemed out to get.
I had ran to his house, which was three doors down, but his mother had told me Eddie had left half an hour ago to come to my house. I had panicked and ran into the woods, which led us to our present situation.
I knelt down to Eddie's level and gasped. There was a gash on his forehead, causing blood to run down into his eyes, a bruise on his right cheek, and many more bruises and cuts littering his torso and thighs.
He had his eyes squeezed closed, but I could still see the tears streaming down his face.
"Baby, what happened?" I breathed, gently tracing his face with my finger.
"Henry and his goons," the small boy mumbled back.
"Can you stand up?" I asked him gently.
He shrugged his shoulders before slowly sitting up. His whole body quaked with pain, and pure rage cut through my body like a knife.
I stood up quickly, and placed my hands under the small boy's arms and lifted him up to his feet. Eddie swayed violently on the spot, his eyes rolling up until only the whites of his eyes showed.
I grabbed him as he went down, pulling him to my chest so he could put all his weight, which wasn't much, on me.
"Hey stay with me Eddie, stay awake." I patted his face with my hand until his eyes blinked back into focus. "There ya go."
He was clearly still dazed; if he hadn't been, he'd be freaking out about all the diseases he could get.
Slowly, I wrapped his arms around my neck, then lifted him up from the waist. He wrapped his legs tightly around me, and I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him tightly to myself.
He buried his face in my neck as I started walking to my house, and I could feel tears soak the hem of my shirt almost instantly. As much as it pained me to feel the smaller boy shake with sobs, I said nothing in fear of making it any worse. I just held him tightly, whispering that we were almost home and that it would all be ok soon.
Finally, after about a half hour of me stumbling through the woods with a half-asleep Eddie in my arms, I finally arrived to my house. All the lights were out, so I assumed my family went to bed.
"Hey Eds," I whispered in the small boy's ear. "Can you stand for just a minute."
He squirmed in my arms for a moment, before unwrapping his legs from my waist and sliding to the ground. I bent down to grab the key hidden under the mat, and unlocked the back door, before returning the key and dragging Eddie into my house.
I wrapped my arm around his waist and led him up the stairs and into my room. I pushed him gently down onto my bed, before running to my bathroom to grab the first aid kit he had given me as a gift for Christmas.
I started with his forehead, cleaning it thoroughly and placing a large bandage over it, but didn't have any idea as to what to do for his bruises.
I peeled off his shirt, then his jeans, trying to hide my scarlet face. I gently cleaned his wounds on his chest and thighs as best I could, apologizing every time Eddie would flinch or cry in pain. Finally I was done.
I handed Eddie an old T-shirt and a pair of sweats to sleep in for the night, and watched as he slowly leaned back onto my bed.
I slipped out of my jeans and changed into basketball shorts, and removed my shirt before sliding into bed beside Eddie.
He turned over towards me and threw his arm around me, snuggling into my side.
"Thank you Stanley," he breathed, before his whole body relaxed and his soft snores soon filled my room.
"You're welcome," I whispered to the sleeping boy, before wrapping my arms around him and closing my eyes.