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Trail of breadcrumbs

A/N: This might be a confusing chapter it's going to be all over the place, I'm going to go back and forth.

It was a good thing that Myra had terrible aim. While she was aiming for his heart, it was his shoulder that received the bullet.

The moment he was hit, he fell to the ground.

Now where he was, he wasn't on the ground, he wasn't even in his apartment.

He was in a room that smelled sweet. Like a women's perfume. No, Myra's perfume.

A sharp pain plunged deep into his shoulder.

"Fuck!" Eddie cried as Myra dug the bullet out of his shoulder.

"Hold still!"

"Is that thing even sterile." Eddie said referring to the knife being used to dig out the bullet embedded inside of him.

"Shut up Eddie! I'm trying to concentrate."

Myra put the knife down and pressed her fingers into the wound.

Eddie's vision blurred, and he passed out from the pain.

~~~

"Richie? Have you taken your meds yet?" Bill was starting to get worried.

"Not yet."
Richie remained in his bed.

At first they couldn't get him to come home. He started plastering pictures of Eddie everywhere. He went to the police station everyday. He tried to find Myra's address, even.

He wouldn't sleep or go to class. Bill suspected he had been neglecting his medication.

And now he was sure that was the case. He hadn't gotten out of bed in two days now.

Eddie had been gone for a month now. So they had given up. Richie insisted they check up on Myra Kaspbrak, and they did.

They went to her home, and nothing seemed suspicious or out of the ordinary. Richie tried to get the address for himself. But they refused to give that information out.

Richie had stopped his medication, and he had stopped trying. He'd given up now.

~~~

Myra had been taking care of Eddie, if one could even call it that. "Care" is a strong word.

She was trying to mother him, and nurse him back to health due to an issue that she had caused.

Mostly Eddie was nursing himself back to health. Myra had no medical training, so he had to instruct her on what to do and how to do it.

"Eddie bear?"

It was the same thing his mother had called him. Eddie had mentioned it to her once or twice, and from that point on in the early stages of there relationship she began referring to him as that.

"Yes my sweet?" Eddie wanted to throw up, but he had to play the part. He had to agree to hide when the police came by. He had to stay quiet. This was the only way to survive.

He had tried to escape after that first night. She was so upset, that she tied him to the bed and left him there.

When Myra returned, it was with a sledgehammer. She broke his ankles.

"I think it's time we give you another sponge bath Eddie."

"Yes, Myra."

~~~

They couldn't leave Richie alone. Not with his recent behavior. He wouldn't eat, he would shower, he just laid in bed all day.

But Bill and Stanley had finals. They couldn't miss them, it would have been an automatic zero for both of them, with no way to make up for it.

They had asked the nextdoor neighbor to check up on him now and then.

Richie had locked the chain lock on the door, so even with a key, his neighbor would be able to get in to stop him.

Richie turned on the water in the shower. He turned it all the way to Hot. He stood outside of the shower, not quite ready yet. He wanted to feel something, anything. Even if it would kill him in the end.

~~~

Myra had gone out grocery shopping. Eddie had pretended to wheeze all night so he could convince her in the morning to go to the pharmacy and get an inhaler for him. And he kindly asked if she would get him his favorite snacks.

And because she was an idiot, she happily obliged.

He had twenty minutes at most to do what he needed to do.

Both of his ankles had been broken from that first night when he had tried to escape, and she had taken a sledgehammer to them.

He would have to crawl. Myra wouldn't give him crutches to help him get around.

This was the only way, he had to be quick.

Eddie managed to roll onto the floor, and slither his way to the phone in the living room.

He dialed the only phone number that he knew by heart. He dialed the number of Richie Tozier.

~~~

The phone rang.

Richie's scalding hot shower could wait a moment. It could have been Bill or Stan calling from a pay phone on campus.

Richie left the shower running, he'd be back.

Still naked, Richie walked to the phone to answer it.

"Hello?"

"I love you."

The line when dead.

~~~

Eddie could hear the sound of Myra's keys outside the door. She was shuffling, she was looking for the right key. There might just be enough time for him to get back.

He crawled quickly back to the bed. And hoisted himself up with every single ounce of strength he had in his upper body. His frame may have been small, but it wasn't easy.

He was sweating and panting. Myra came in, noticing Eddie's new demeanor. He had to think of something quick.

He started to fake an asthma attack.

"Oh! Eddie Bear!"

"M-Myra! I can't breathe."

Myra shuffled around in her purse and handed Eddie an inhaler, an inhaler filled with water and a drop of camphor.

Eddie puffed his inhaler and began to breathe more evenly.

"What would I do without you my love." This time Eddie had to physically swallow whatever it was coming up his throat.

"Oh Eddie Bear!"

~~~

Richie dropped the phone and fell to the ground. He screamed bloody murder.

He screamed until his throat hurt.

He screamed until it ft like his lungs were going to burst.

Eddie was alive. And he loved Richie Tozier.

A/N: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS ALL OVER THE PLACE. I think we have about another chapter or two until happily ever after.
ALSO anyone like that I snuck the plot of Misery in there????