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GUYS ALL OF MY DRAFTS AND IDEAS GOT DELETED BECAUSE MY PHONE BROKE AJSJAKSHS
Updates might be slow because I do not remember ANY of my ideas

Also, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

*Eddie's POV*

"Ok Richie, can you try saying these words for me?" Dr. Summers said and held up a flashcard. Richie furrowed his brows and stared at the words.

It's been almost 3 weeks since we moved to Bangor. Richie can move his head and hands, and he can make expressions. But he's having trouble moving the rest of his body and talking.

"B...bah...bat," Richie whispered slowly in a hoarse voice. I smiled at him and grabbed his hand.

"That's so good baby." I grinned widely and Richie turned his head to me and smiled softly.

"Ok, next word." Dr. Summers flipped to the next card.

"C-car." Richie said easier this time.

"Good..." Summers smiled and showed him another.

"R....rrr...roh...r.." Richie tried before sighing and moving his head back.

"Don't give up yet Rich, you got this!" I rubbed his arm. "Road."

"R...ro...rrrr...c-can't." Richie sighed and looked at me pitifully.

"It's ok..." I smiled softly at him and  looked at the doctor. I shrugged, and she nodded slightly.

"I'm proud that you tried Richie. What's this next word?"

"F...fuck."

"Frog, Richie," Dr. Summers rolled her eyes playfully. "C'mon, seriously."

"Fuck...?" Richie asked, confused.

Summers and I both looked at each other, realizing that it was starting again. He's not reading the words right anymore. I thought we worked past that.

"Can you say frog, Richie?" Dr. Summers picked up her clipboard and starting taking notes.

Richie furrowed his brows again and looked at me quickly.

"Fuck."

"Frog." I said, distinguishing each letter of the word.

"Fuck. Fuck...fuck."

"Are you trying to say frog, Richie?"

He nodded quickly.

"Fuck! F...fuh fuck! S...sssay...saying f-fuck!"

"Richie let's just...let's take a break, ok?" I suggested quietly.

"I agree. I'll see you tomorrow Richie," Dr. Summers waved at him and started walking out of the room. "Bye Eddie."

"Bye," I sighed and turned to Richie. "What happened, babe?"

"F-forg...g-get ab-bout it. Emb-b..ba..ra...."

"Hey, it's ok sweetheart," I said, moving from my chair into the bed. "I'm proud of you. You're doing so much better with Dr. Summers!"

"No e-enou...enough..."

"You're good enough, Richie." I said firmly.

Richie shook his head at me and started to tear up. I kissed him gently, but he just turned away from me.

"G-g...g-go."

I looked at him sadly before getting up and out of the bed.

"I'll be back soon Richie..." I whispered before I walked out of the room.

I closed the door behind me and fell back against it, sliding down to the ground. I put my head on my knees and sighed. Tears started falling down my cheeks.

"Wait... Eddie?"

I looked up. The Losers were standing in front of me with balloons and a box of cupcakes.

"O-oh, hey guys!" I quickly stood up and wiped my tears away. "Why are you guys here?"

"Bill's birthday party...we told you we were coming." Bev said suspiciously. "Eddie, why are you outside?"

"Richie's upset...he's been doing good with speech therapy, but... I don't know, today was different."

"Well we can cheer him up!" Mike smiled.

"Yeah!" Ben lifted up a white box. "I made a cake for us!"

I smiled softly at them and stood up. We went into Richie's room and he turned to us surprised before smiling widely.

"B-B..Buh..Bill p-p-par...p-party!"

"It is indeed," Bill said sadly. "Fuck, I'm old."

"You're 22, shut up." Stan laughed and poked his arm. Stan's sleeve slipped up and I couldn't help but notice the new, red lines across his wrist.

It reminded me of the ones on my thighs.

The ones I don't tell Richie about.

The ones I make once a week.

The deep ones that make me pass out and the ones that could pass as scratches.

"You ok?" Bev nudged me and handed me a slice of cake. I declined the cake and smiled at her.

"Yeah, I'm ok. I'll be ok." I faked another smile and crossed my arms. Bev put her hand on my shoulder.

"I love you, Eddie. We all do," she said quietly and kissed my cheek. "You're our Eddie Spaghetti!"

"S-sp...spag...h-hetti M-M-Man!" Richie smiled and laughed.

"I hate it when you call me that," I giggled and lied down next to him.

Richie turned to me and smiled sadly. "S-s-sorry bef..fff...fore."

"It's ok, love," I kissed him quickly and cuddled into his arms. "I'm not mad at you."

Richie smiled at me and started running his hand through my hair soothingly. We stayed like that and I talked casually to the Losers before I turned to Richie in shock.

"Your hand..." I whispered. He looked confused for a second before smiling widely and happily, obviously shocked too. 

"M-moving i-i-it!" he laughed. "M-moving it!"

"Wait, he couldn't do that before?" Bev asked. "That's awesome!"

"You're getting better babe..." I smiled and kissed Richie's cheek. "I'm so proud of you."

"We all are!" Ben grinned. "Now for a celebration. As the Queen once said:" He pushed two plates next to us.

"Let them eat cake!"