Wrong

Unity of Hell

I had such a shitty day/week/month and I'm taking it out on these characters

Good luck

⚠ Like...everything ⚠

*Emily's POV*

I watched the ultrasound closely, holding Bev's hand. Ruby was opposite me, holding her other hand. Bev was crying softly, double checking the ultrasound.

First we were talking with Eddie and Richie, but we got rushed away by a nurse and some perky people in suits.
Then Ben came up to us and said Bev wanted us in here.

"Wh-what do you mean?" Bev sobbed quietly.

"Well..." the oncologist said softly. "While your OB was doing an ultrasound, he found some growths. They could be just fibroids, maybe cysts, even endometriosis."

"Then why did the OB call you?" Ruby said angrily. "Just to scare us?! You're an oncologist, you work with fucking CANCER! How are we supposed to stay calm?"

"There's a possibility it's cancer, but we should rule out other, less severe outcomes first. Is that alright with you, Ms. Marsh?"

Bev just kept crying, not saying anything.

"I'll...give you 3 some time..." The oncologist whispered and left the room.

"What do I do? How do I tell Ben?" Bev whimpered. "What if it affects the baby?"

"It's gonna be ok, Bev..." Ruby said in a soft voice, running her hand through Bev's hair comfortingly. "You don't have to worry about that now."

"My mom died of cancer," Bev sniffled. "Dad always said that she died giving birth and blamed it on me, but that's only partly true. She died because of her cancer. It made her really weak and she died during childbirth because of it."

Bev wiped away her tears and held her stomach tightly.

"If I have cancer, and this baby is a girl...she'll probably have it too."

"Oh Bev..." I squeezed her hand tightly.

"Please don't tell Ben," she turned to me with wide eyes, then looked back at Ruby. "I don't want to scare him."

Ruby and I shared a nervous glance and I nodded.

"We won't tell him," Ruby squeezed Bev's hand again. "Not a word."

*Stan's POV*

I groaned as the pain medicine finally started to wear off. Ben went back to visit Bev so that he didn't have to talk to Dan. So now it's just Bill and I in here, waiting for Dan to show up.

"I'm gonna kill him..." Bill muttered, looking over my hand, bandages and my whole body in general. "I don't want him in here. Not unless he's coming here to tell us that he's going to jail for life. In a jail full of homophobes. And they don't get any good food. And he's not allowed to join any cool jail gangs."

"Mhm..." I nodded along, feeling myself drift in and out of consciousness. "Very nice, dear..."

"Stan?...-an, stay with me, babe...on't know, he just passed ou..." Bills voice faded in between my ears, muffled, like I'm underwater.

Everything was fuzzy and blurred. I couldn't see or hear, but I didn't care.

Next thing I knew, I was in a different room, Bill, Ben, Ruby and Emily sitting down in a different corner of the different room. Where am I...?

I tried to talk, but something was blocking my mouth. I choked on whatever it was, finally catching my friends' attention.

Ben ran outside for a doctor, who came in and took out the thing in my mouth.

"We had to intubate you, Stan. Your brain lost oxygen and you couldn't breathe on your own, but we believe that you'll be ok now. We're gonna keep a close eye on you, ok?" The doctor said quickly.

I nodded, my throat still sore. The doctor smiled and left.

"God, Stan..." Bill whispered, quickly hugging me softly. "I thought we lost you."

"Yeah...you stopped breathing." Emily added, holding close to Ruby.

"I wish I hadn't started breathing again..." I muttered. "Can I talk to Bill alone?"

Emily, Ruby and Ben nodded softly, and looked at me sympathetically before leaving quickly.

"We have to call of the engagement." I blurted out.

"Wh-what?" Bill looked at me in shock. "Why?"

"We've been in this hospital so many times..." I sighed. "Who's to say that Dan won't just pop into the qedding venue and try to kill one of us?"

Bill opened his mouth to speak before the devil himself walked in.

"Sup bitches." Dan mumbled.

*Eddie's POV*

"Hey Rich..." I smiled slightly as his eyes fluttered open.

"Eds..." He grinned. "H-how are you f-f-feeling?"

"I'm doing...ok," I lied for Richie's sake.

In all honesty, I'm not ok. Urges are coming back, and they're coming back hard. I really want to cut myself again. I deserve it anyways. I just want all of this to end already...

But I have to be here for Richie. And Bev and Stan and Ben and Bill and Mike. And I need to stay for Bill and Stan's wedding, and Bev and Ben's wedding. And I need to help Mike. He's a hopeless romantic, but he's so awkward around Annie. Although we all know that they like each other.

I know I have to stay. But... I don't want to. Now, I'm starting to get why Richie used to drink and do drugs, and why Bev still does. They do it to forget, but that's not the right way. Luckily, Richie's been clean for a while now.

Oh, and don't get me started on the letter Dan left for me. I'm not telling Richie about that yet..

"Babe..." I asked. "The doctor wants me to do a couple exercises with you. Is that ok?"

Richie nodded and smiled at me softly. "S-sure thing, Spaghetti H-Head! Hit m-me."

I picked up some flashcards the doctor had given me.

"Ok, so you know how everyone sits in a certain seat during our Potlucks?" I started.

"Yeah! W-we haven't had o-one of those in a-a while..."

"I know, Richie..." I sighed. "We'll have one soon. But what would you do if Bill decided to sit in your spot?"

"Oh..." Richie's face contorted. "Wh-why is he in m-my spot?"

"He just...wanted to sit there today. Richie, what would you do?"

"I can...um.." Richie's eyebrows furrowed and he looked confused and disappointed. "We c-can...knock h-him off the ch-chair?"

"No...try again, love." I grabbed Richie's hand and squeezed it softly.

"I d-don't know Eddie!" Richie heaved.

His face changed quickly, and hot tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Hey, hey," I ran my thumb over the top of his hand. "It's ok babe, we can work on another one, ok?"

Richie nodded, wiping away his tears and having a quick mood swing. He was suddenly happy and smiling and giddy.

"Wait," Richie's face turned serious. "First, c-can I get a b-b-beer?"