Wrong

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⚠ Talk about self harm and scars, very brief imply of suicide ⚠

*Eddie's POV*

I held Bev's hand tightly as Dr. Sherman started up the CT and Richie slid into the machine. A small blinking light went off and the machine whirled around him.

Richie was only in there for 5 or 6 minutes before the doctor switched the machine off. A nurse wheeled Richie out of the room. He smiled at me and Bev grabbed the wheelchair from the nurse.

He isn't really "smiling". He just moves one of the corners of his lips up slightly. It's all he can do besides blinking, but it's a start.

"Results will start to show up in about 24 hours." The nurse smiled and walked away.

"How are you feeling, baby?" I asked once we got back to his room. Richie looked up at me and blinked 4 times.

He answers on a scale from 1-10 by blinking. A four isn't that good. I glanced over at Bev quickly. She was looking at Richie with sympathy and sadness.

"I'm sorry..." I lifted up Richie and put him back in his bed. "Snuggles?"

Richie did his little smile and blinked once. Twice means no, once means yes. This is just his we communicate now. It's sad, but efficient.

I smiled and laid down on the bed, quickly wrapping my arms around Richie. Bev sat down on the chair next us and sighed.

"I'm sorry Richie," Bev whispered, her voice cracking. "I couldn't get to Dan in time...now look what happened."

"Bev...it's not your fault," I turned to her and sat up. "You're the reason he's still alive right now. If you hadn't been at his apartment... I don't even know what would've happened to us."

Bev just looked down and dried her eyes. She sniffled and I grabbed her hand.

"Nobody thinks it's your fault besides you," I said softly. "Technically, this is all my fault. So don't blame yourself."

Richie blinked twice aggressively at us. 'No'. Bev rolled her eyes jokingly at Richie and starting walking out the door.

"Want me to bring the others in, or no?" She asked before she left.

"In a minute." I smiled and rested my head against Richie's chest. Bev smiled back at me and left.

"The doctor was telling me some stuff before you had the CT, when you were getting prepped. He wants to start you on physical and occupational therapy. There's supposed to be a good doctor out in Bangor."

Richie looked at me and blinked twice.

"I know it's a little far," I sighed. "But I need you to be ok. It'll just be for a little while."

Richie's eyes filled with tears and he looked out to the door.

"The Losers will be fine without us. It's not like we're leaving forever, just until you get better. It's what's best for you, Richie..."

He just rolled his eyes at me. I know he doesn't want to leave, but we have to.

"Northern Lights Rehabilitation. 5 five star rating, Dr. Sherman knows everyone there. They can help you, Richie. And you'll stay at that hospital next down the street, St. Joseph's. I promise Richie, this is best for y-"

"Can we come in yet?" I heard Stan ask from the other side of the door. I sighed and turned to them.

"Yeah guys, come on in..."

Ben opened the door and let all of the Losers in. They came up and sat down next to the bed. Bev held my hand and squeezed it softly. 'You ok?' she mouthed to me. I shook my head no and started tearing up.

"Richie and I have been thinking that maybe Bar Harbor isn't the best place to get his treatment..." I whispered, barely loud enough for them to hear. They all started yelling objections, but I cut them off.

"It's only for a little while guys. We're gonna go up to Bangor, an-"

"HELL NO!" Bill yelled. "That's over an hour away, you wouldn't even be on the island anymore!"

"How good are they?" Ben whispered before I could respond to Bill. "I mean, if you go...will Richie get better?"

"It's a higher chance than if we stayed here. Richie would be able to talk and move sooner." I told them. The Losers looked down and stayed silent.

"You'll be back?" Mike asked quietly. I nodded and giggled.

"Obviously! If we weren't here, you guys would be the lamest group of friends ever!"

"Only if I left too!" Bev laughed.

"We, uh...we have to go, excuse us." Bill said hastily, grabbed Stan's arm and walked out the door.

"They're probably gonna go fuck each other in a janitors closet," I chuckled.

"Just like in high school!" Bev and I said in unison and started cracking up. The corners of Richie's mouth flipped up slightly.

Ben and Mike just stared at us awkwardly.

*Stan's POV*

"FUCK NO!" I heard Bill yell. "That's over an hour away, you wouldn't even be on the island anymore!"

I had zoned out ever since Eddie suggested the move. I don't like change. It really freaks me out, especially big changes like this. What if we lose in touch? What if Richie and Eddie like it in Bangor, and they stay there?

I didn't know it, but I was also subconsciously scratching at my arms.

The Losers kept talking about Bangor and the new hospital when all of a sudden, Bill grabs me by my arm and leads me out to the bathroom. We got there and he turned to me, tears in his eyes.

"S-Stan, what happened? Wh-why are y-your arms bleeding?"

"Huh?" I furrowed my eyebrows and looked down at my wrists. Blood was seeping through my shirt, and quickly. "O-oh...must've scratched em open..." I laughed nervously.

"Stan w-we've talked about th-this..."

"I know, I'm sorry, I really am. I shouldn't have scratched the cuts. That's something you always tell me, but I didn't listen. I just got freaked out, because what if the group falls apart? If Richie and Eddie are gone, then what if you leave too?" I started scraping my cuts again as I got more and more anxious. "And Bev and Ben and Mike, and then its just me. All by myself. And if things get bad again when I'm alon-"

"Stan, that's not gonna happen. Deep breaths sweetie, we're not leaving you." Bill held my hands in his and looked at me softly. "You're ok Stanny...it's all gonna be ok."

I smiled at him and sighed deeply. He ran a hand through my hair and smiled back at me.

"We're gonna be ok."

A/N: Sorry for not updating, let's just say I'm like Stan... I don't like change. And I'm having a big change in my life.

I've just been freaking out about it, but I'm ok now, and the story will be getting more regular updates