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richie groaned as he woke up, running a hand through his hair before flinching. "fuck." he groaned, sitting up slowly. "eddie?" richie asked, bending down and shaking the small boy. he groaned then picked up the unconscious boy, feeling the back of his shirt soaked with blood. "shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. fuck-" richie mumbled, laying down the boy on the bed and shaking him.

there soon was a knock at the door, causing richie to jump. he paused for a few seconds, thinking of what to say, before in a high voice yelling "who is it?"

"eddie? what the hell? hurry up! you were supposed to be downstairs by now dads business partners are gonna be here soon." cassidy whisper yelled, before turning around and walking back downstairs. "what the hell." richie mumbled. "eddie get up!" richie yelled, lightly slapping the small boy.

"oh my fucking god." richie huffed, turning towards a bathroom in the boys bedroom and getting cleaned up. if he's really gonna have to face eddies family, he doesn't wanna want to leave a bad first impression.

richie sighed and looked at the passed out boy, before going to his closet. what the fuck? what the fuck! what am i doing? should i leave? no. i cant leave eddie here alone, but i don't wanna do this. this is really gonna be their first impression of me. richie shook the thoughts out of his head and looked through the small boys clothes. "how the hell am i gonna fit into these toddler clothes?" richie mumbled, continuing to look through the boys clothes.

richies eyes then widened as he sorted through the bottom of a drawer, seeing multiple skirts. "uh-" eddie mumbled from the doorway. richie quickly swung his head around and ran up to the drowsy boy, wrapping his arms around him to hold him up. "hey! you're up! how do you feel? i need to know where your bandaids are and stuff so i can help. and uhm, your family is expecting you downstairs for breakfast now."

"huh?" eddie mumbled, wrapping his arms around the taller boy and shutting his eyes. "oh yeah, the breakfast with his stupid ass business partners. i don't care i wanna sleep." richie quickly shook his head, bringing the small boy to the bathroom. "eds you cant sleep you gotta stay awake. where are your bandaids?"

"under the sink with all my other medical stuff. oh yeah, i forgot to take my pills last night and i need my morning pills." eddie spoke as the taller boy huffed. "eds, bud, you gotta help me out. what pills? there's like millions. and how many do you have to take?"

eddie pointed to the pills before richie handed him them. the boy quickly swallowed them then groaned. "my head and back hurtttt." eddie whined before richie spoke. "i know, i know. i'm gonna help but it's gonna have to be fast they're waiting."

richie then found the bandaids, not sure of what to do. "do i.. just put the bandaid on?" he asked the smaller boy.

"you're supposed to clean it but just hurry up, i don't care just put the shit on we have to hurry and get ready."

"okay okay." richie carefully put the bandaids on eddies wounds, knowing damn well he didn't do it right. "okay hurry cmon we have to get ready."