Love Is Love/reddie fix it fic

hospital

Eddie's eyes blinked multiple times trying to adjust the light. His vision was blurred, and the brightness of the light stung his eyes. As he regained his senses, his head ached. He groaned at the sight. A bag of blood at the side of his bed that connected into his forearm by a long, plastic, thin tube. The silence drilled into his head.

The hospital. He tried to recall what he'd done to get here. He stared blankly at the pale ceiling; as he attempted to remember.

All he could manage to scrape from his memory were traces the cold, dark, unsanitary sewers and fragments of a desperate voice. He tried to connect these pieces, but that required thinking. And at the moment, thinking was a pain in the ass. He sighed.

(Sorry to interrupt, but no its not amnesia, its that feeling of when you wake up but can't remember anything for a while)

It was cold. "Why me of all people.", he thought, "When I get home, Myra's gonna freak the fuck out". Myra. That name was displeasing to think of. He dreaded her; but that wasn't something new. Ever since they dated, she was always so demanding and manipulative. The sad irony of their proposal was disastrous in Eddie's mind. That was they day he planned to end their hellish relationship, but Myra had the opposed plan of proposing to him. He was too scared to spit out a simple word. The only reason he dated a woman, was to convince himself that he wasn't into guys. All Eddie could think of at the moment, were scenarios of what's to come when he got back home. His heart sped up just thinking about it.

He heard a faint knock, "Edward Kaspbrak?". Convenient timing. He snapped back into the moment and turned to face the shut door.

"Y-yeah?", his voice was scratchy and wasn't loud enough. He cleared his throught and tried again. "Yeah?"

The door opened silently and a woman appeared, she seemed to be in her early fifty's. "How are you doing? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you need anything?", she asked.

Eddie took a moment to process her questionnaire. "W-what- um,", he struggled to find his words as the nurse waited for his response. "How did I get here?", by that moment, he'd already known what had happened, but he was still in shock to process it entirely.

"A friend of yours brought you here," she paused, "gave the receptionist hell."

"Hell?", Eddie's curiosity grew.

"Don't blame him, you were just as good as dead.", she added.

Dead. If he were dead at this moment, how would the losers be. The losers, he recalled. Where are they now? Did they leave already? Did they leave him all alone in a stupid hospital miles away from where he's supposed to be? They wouldn't do that, would they?

"Where is he now?", Eddie asked.

"Pretty sure he's at the waiting room, he had been coming everyday even if he couldn't visit."

"Everyday? How long have I been in here?"

"Almost a week, but you be been slipping in and out of consciousness."

"Fuck.", he looked at the ceiling, and then turned to look at her. "Sorry, it was an instinct."

"If he's in the waiting room would you like me to bring him in?"

"Yeah, sure. Please."

And the nurse fled out of the room. It's an awfully quiet place.

Sometime passed. Then Eddie heard another knock on the door. "Hey Eds, you good?", a concerned Richie asked in an oddly quiet tone.

"Yeah, I'm doing great.", Edward said sarcastically. An awkward silence took over the room.

"The losers wanted to leave you down there, can you believe it?", Rich spoke to break the uncomfortable silence.

"Pretty sure I would've left myself down there if I were you."

"But you're not me."

"Where are the losers right now, anyways?"

"They're still at the hotel, I can call them up if you want to."

"Sure", Eds gave him a tired smiled. Rich couldn't help it, he smiled back as he pulled out his phone.

"Mike. Eds' awake. I'm right here with him right now. Bring the others with you too. Thanks. Bye.", Richard put back his phone and turned back to Eddie, "They're coming."

"So.", Eddie said trying to start a conversation.

"So what?", Richie made eye contact.

"I don't know. Just wanted to talk."

"Talk about what?"

"Anything."

Richie looked around the room trying to think of a topic. "Your wife?". Stupid Richie stupid. Out of all topics. He cursed himself.

Eddie gulped and turned pale. But he tried his best to hide it. "You son-of-a-bitch." Eds faked a smile that faded as soon as it came. Then the atmosphere got serious. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Yeah, go ahead.", Richie encouraged.

"I-I'm gay.", Eddie pressed his lips together and avoided Richie's glare.

"So... you married a man?"

"No."

"Why? Why would you marry someone you don't love?"

"I just didn't want to accept it.". The room grew quiet. "I just- I've never came to terms with it." Richard leaned in to listen. "There was point where I thought that I could actually be who I am, and possibly break free and and find someone out there. But that was the day I was proposed to and I was too much of a pussy to say anything." Eddie stared back at the ceiling. "And now, I'm kinda trapped into the relationship

"I sorta know how you feel."

"What do you mean Rich. How could you possibly know how I feel. You're a fucking celebrity you can hook up with literally anyone, but you decided to remain single." Eds ranted.

"You're right. I can practically hook up with anyone." Richard stared at his fidgeting fingers, "But I don't want to end up in a relationship with someone that I don't love. And I've never really loved anyone in these past twenty-seven years. I've only really loved one person. And I still do, not necessarily my proudest achievement." He smiled at his last statement trying to lighten the mood.

"Who is it?" Eddie sat up a bit from his hospital bed, clearly intrigued.

"Well can I tell you my secret instead?", Richard had a serious tone to his voice. Richie never got serious, so Eddie knew this was important. But Richie chuckled a bit.

"Yeah?"

"Remember those stupid rumors of me being gay or some shit?"

"Oh." Eddie spoke with now emotion. There was nothing more to be said. They just exchanged a knowingly look.

"Yup." Richard just nodded as he stared at the ground.

The atmosphere grew awkward. "So.", said Eddie, clearly want to hear more. "Thirty year secret. Did anyone of us know?"

Richard clearly want this conversation to end. "Yeah. But he's dead so..." Richie knew that was totally uncalled but he couldn't simply just take it back either. "Did anyone know about you?"

"Hell no.", Eds gave an uneasy smile to himself as he lightly shook his head towards the floor tiles.

There was an uncomfortable silence between the two. Then they heard a knock as the door creeked.

"The fuck? Why is it so quiet?" Both turned their heads to the direction of the voice only to face the remaining losers.

"About time Big Bill." Richie exclaimed. The mood lightened a bit as each of them walked it asking about Eddie's wellbeing.

But Eds wanted to continue their previous conversation.