Wrong

Things Will Be Ok...Right?

⚠ Implied sex, smoking and cigarettes, talk about self harm, blood ⚠

*Dan's POV*

"Bye, you disgusting sons of bitches." I waved at the four and walked out of their room once we finished.

"I think you were a little too sexual with the redhead, babe," Brittany rolled her eyes and pressed the down button for the elevator. "You wouldn't cheat on me, would you?"

"Of course not, baby," I hit her ass and kissed her once we got in. "You know what WAS over the top though?"

"What?" Tyler asked.

"Those fucking names. Jill, Todd and Gary? Who the fuck are you guys, real estate agents from the 50s?" I laughed.

"You know, we don't have to save your ass." Caleb chuckled. "And besides, I think the name Todd fits me."

"Well I hated being Jill," Britt whined as the doors opened. "Hi there fella!"

The nurse at the front desk looked up and her eyes widened in fear. "H-hi."

"We're gonna be taking Dan back to his ol' holding cell now," Tyler smiled. "Here's our ID back." He handed her the 3 lanyards that they had on before.

She checked them over and nodded. A security guard buzzed open the door and we left the hospital without a hitch.

•°•

"Can you two be any louder?!" Caleb screamed from the front seat.

"Sorry that my girlfriend's hot and I want to bang her!" I yelled back quickly before going at it again with Brittany.

"Disgusting.." Tyler sighed from the driver's seat. "I hate it when you do it in my car. Especially while I'm here."

"What can I say, I like an audience." Britt panted.

We finished and Brittany light a cigarette for each of us. "To the Winner's Club!"

"To the Winner's Club!" We lifted up our cigs and took a puff at the same time.

"So what's the plan now, babe?" Brittany leaned against me, still half naked.

"We're gonna lay low for a bit. But then? We're gonna fucking kill those Losers."

*Bev's POV*

"I'm glad you two didn't get too hurt." Ben smiled at Annie and Mike after Dan left.

"Thanks," Annie sighed. "It's honestly a miracle. I'm glad I was there to help Bev though."

"And you really did help me Annie," I gave her a small smile.

Suddenly a loud alarm went off. Annie perked up, recognizing the noise.

"Oh geez..." she sighed, and rushed outside. "Do you guys need backup?!"

I heard a doctor scream back a 'yes', and Annie rushed out the door.

"What just happened?" Ben whispered to me, and I shrugged in response.

"It probably doesn't have to do with us."

*Bill's POV*

"STOP! DON'T TAKE HIM!" I sobbed, desperately pulling at the nurse's sleeve. "HE NEEDS ME!"

Eddie stood next to me, shaking. He held onto my shoulder and pulled me into a hug. I pushed him off of me and ran out of the room, following Stan and the nurses and doctors quickly pushing his bed down to the operating room.

Once they wheeled him in, a scrub nurse slammed the door shut. I pounded on the door, slowly losing hope.

One of the nurses came outside, a solemn look on his face.

"Mr. Denbrough, th-"

"It's Denbrough-Uris." I glared, hot tears still falling down my face.

"The injuries to your fiance are reopening and becoming more and more harmful. We have to do another surgery, someone will be out to update you as soon as possible."

He quickly went back into the room and I fell to the ground crying. Eddie had finally caught up to me and he sat down next to me.

"Bill, you have to take some deep breaths," Eddie said, his voice shaking. "Please.."

I started scratching at my arms. I haven't told anyone, not even Stan, about what happened after Georgie died. But Eddie saw me start to scratch and grabbed my arms.

"Stop. Don't do that, please, it's not worth it," Eddie started crying too. He gripped my arms tightly and hugged me. "Stan's gonna be ok."

"What if he's not?!" I yelled, crying harder.

Eddie grabbed my hand and led me back to his and Richie's room. We passed mine and Stan's, and I could see blood covering the bed. The same blood that was covering my shirt and pants. Stan's blood.

I started scratching my arms again, harder this time. Little pricks of blood beaded on my arms and Eddie grabbed my hands again.

"You don't need to do that, ok?" Eddie wiped the blood away with my sleeve. "Please, Stan and I, and Richie and Bev and Ben, Mike and Annie and Ruby and Emily. We all love you. And we'd be lost without you. Don't hurt yourself."

"I'm sorry," I sobbed. "I'm so sorry."

"It's ok, Bill," Eddie squeezed my hand and smiled. "We'll be ok."

"We're all gonna be ok."