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All is Not Well in Waffleville

Hey! Just letting everyone know that I'm getting surgery soon, so updates will be pretty inconsistent

Sorry about that ^-^

⚠ Talk of abuse, minor gaslighting, Dan, hospital stuff and neurological issues ⚠

*Richie's POV*

By the time Eddie finished, he was in tears. Dan rolled his eyes and Jill, Gary and Todd were in shock.

"You actually believe him?" Dan scoffed. "Come on. He's obviously lying. I would never hurt Eddie, he's the love of my life."

"No!" I yelled, holding Eddie in my arms. "Y-you lost th-the right to s-say that a long t-t-time ago. Eddie deserves b-better than you, hell, h-h-he deserves better than m-me. But you h-hurt him. And you do NOT l-l-love him."

I glared at Dan, feeling all of my energy drain. After everything that happened, I get tired more easily than I have before.

"What about me?!" Dan yelled. "Eddie cut my throat when I kidnapped him!"

"Yeah, as self defense!" Eddie screamed, his face heating up in anger. "Just shut up Dan!"

Dan stared Eddie down for a second, obviously enraged.

"I'm not even sorry about it, ok?!" he yelled. "I admit to it, to all of it. But I'm not sorry Eddie. None of this is even my fault!"

Eddie looked at Dan, shaking a little because of how loud Dan was being.

"My dad wasn't good to me and my mom," Dan started. "He almost broke my arm when I was 5 or 6. He tried to kill the both of us when I was only 10. I got away and changed my last name. And as I got older, I got all this... anger." Dan clenched his fists and teeth.

"Eddie, did you know about this?" Gary asked softly. Eddie shook his head no.

"But you," Dan started to laugh. "Eddie Kaspbrak, you fell right into my arms. And what else could I do with all that anger?"

"You could've g-gone to therapy! O-o-or asked Eddie t-to help you out!" I argued back. "Y-you didn't have t-t-to fucking hurt him!"

"Whatever..." Dan mumbled and rolled his eyes. "Now can we go already? I need to talk to everyone else and I just want to leave."

"Okie dokie, buckaroo!" Jill smiled. "Onto the next room!"

With that, Dan, Gary, Jill and Todd left. The room was eerily quiet, except for Eddie's occasion sniffling.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, wiping his eyes. "I got you into this whole mess."

"I'm j-just glad you're safe n-n-now, ok? That's a-always gonna be my t-top priority."

"Thanks, Richie..." Eddie sighed, laying his head back down on my chest. "And sorry for crying."

"Wh-what?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

"What do you mean 'what'?" Eddie looked up at me, puzzled.

"Why were y-you crying?" I asked, running my hand through his hair.

"Because I'm sad...and angry, and I feel kinda of guilty," Eddie bit his lip. "I don't know, love, emotions are weird."

"I-I'm sorry Eds, I don't u-understand," I sat up. Eddie quickly followed my movement, sitting across from me.

Eddie's mouth starting moving, but I couldn't hear any words coming out. I tilted my head and furrowed my eyebrows again.

Whatever, Eddie's being weird.

I turned away from him, slowly getting out of bed. My legs seemed to fail me as I fell down on the cold hospital floor.

"Ouch!" I yelped.

I felt Eddie's hand on my shoulder as he pressed a button for a doctor to come in. I turned to him with wide eyes, and started smiling really big.

"Oh my gosh! Eddie Spaghetti! It rhymes, that's the joke!" I laughed, slowly getting back in bed.

"Richie, are you ok?" Eddie asked me. His eyes looked weird. They had a...look to them, but I don't know what it was.

The doctor suddenly grabbed my chin softly and held up a small flashlight. After a second, he frowned and held up a finger.

"Richie, follow my finger with your eyes, don't move your head." He said and moved his finger side to side slowly.

I stared for a second before turning around. I started looking at the wall and smiling. I looked back at Eddie, who still had that weird look.

"Babies!" I whispered. "These walls are painted yellow, it's a gender neutral baby color!"

I gasped loudly and felt my face heat up.

"We should adopt!" I said, feeling hot tears rush down my face. I clenched my fists and glared at the doctor. "Get me a baby, right now." I grinned, more tears hitting my cheeks.

The doctor turned to a nurse outside the door.

"Liz, order a head CT. And get the neuro doctor on call in here for a consult." He said quickly.

The nurse nodded and picked up a phone.

I suddenly felt this really strong urge to scream. Everyone was being annoying and too loud. Nothing made any sense. It's making me feel bad feelings. I don't like it, so I want to scream.

I started cracking my knuckles. Eddie has the not-good thing that I feel right now about knuckles being cracked. I remembered that.

"Sorry Eddie," I whispered, my eyes getting fuzzy and my throat getting clogged.

Then I went to bed.

*Eddie's POV*

"What just happened to him?!" I yelled, seeing my boyfriend get wheeled out on a gurney.

"When Richie was first shot," the doctor started. "He wasn't showing any signs that this was happening. He couldn't move or talk or anything like that, but he worked past it. Now it seems that other problems are showing themselves to be evident."

The doctor sighed and looked at me sadly.

"I'm so sorry that you have to go through this..." he sat down on the chair next to my bed. "Did your first doctor ever talk to you about other neurological issues that could happen?"

I thought back to when Richie first woke up from life support. So much had been happening, and I don't remember most of what the doctor said. I shook my head no.

"Well, the bullet hit Richie's cerebrum. This affected his motor functions, the ones you were focused on. But some other ones were affected too."

Memories started flooding back. That first doctor had told me that Richie would have trouble with emotions, reasoning, organizing and some other things. He has said that Richie might become spontaneous because he can't control his behaviors or emotions. He can't pay attention or focus.

"Basically," the doctor said, pulling my attention to him again. "We're starting back at square 1."