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⚠ Mention of self harm ⚠

*Stan's POV*

"He's s-supposed to be u-up by now..." I heard Bill say as a blinding light covered my vision.

"He'll wake up soon, Bill. You have to calm down, panicking isn't gonna help him." Eddie's voice cut through.

I squinted my eyes open. The light became brighter and I closed my eyes again.

"Stan? B-baby, are y-y-you awake?" Bill's frantic voice asked as he nudged my shoulder.

I grunted and tried to open my eyes again. This time, I kept them open and looked over at Bill and Eddie standing above me. Bill grabbed my hand tightly.

I looked down and saw bandages  wrapped around his wrists. My heart dropped and I brushed my thumb over them. Bill's eyes drifted down my thumb and he put his other hand over mine.

"I'm o-ok, Stan," Bill whispered, kissing my forehead. "And so are y-y-you. The surgeons w-were able to go in and f-fix everything. You're gonna b-be fine, love."

"What happened?" I asked, my throat feeling sore. "Tell me the truth."

"I got sc-scared when th-they h-had to bring y-you into s-surgery..." Bill started, and I noticed his stutter getting worse. "I j-just scratched m-my arms a l-l-little too hard."

Eddie held my other hand and looked at me with a soft smile. "You're ok, and Bill is too. Don't worry, I talked it out with him. We're ok."

I sighed a breath of relief. But honestly?

I didn't believe them

*Richie's POV*

I yawned again as I switched through the TV's channels. I was back in my room, but after everything with Eddie, I wish I wasn't. He's probably off visiting with the others right now, and I don't want him to come back in.

The doctors said I'm "lucid" right now, and they explained that I had lost control of some things. Apparently, I asked for beer, cried about having children, forgot that I still can't walk, and just made an idiot of myself.

I won't be lucid for long, so the doctor called Eddie in here. I want to talk to him, but I feel like such an embarrassment.

'Tozier.' I thought to myself. 'Push those feelings aside. Eddie needs you right now, and you need him. So snap out of it, forget about what a dumbass you were, and just talk to him.'

A soft knock at the door interrupted me from my thoughts. Eddie slowly opened the door and looked at me with those big doe eyes.

"Chee...? You're ok now?" He asked in a quiet voice. I nodded. "I-I'm ok."

Eddie limped over to my bed and hugged me tightly. "Don't ever scare me like that again, asshole.." He whispered with a chuckle.

"I won't," I kissed his forehead and ran my hand through his hair. "What ha-happened while I was...b-being all weird?"

"Stan had to be intubated, then we thought he was better, but he had to go into an emergency surgery and Bill freaked out, but they're both ok now I think, probably not, this author is really evil, I mean have you SEEN the stuff she has planned for us, damn, anyways Bev is ok I think I haven't seen her in a little while and-"

Eddie was ranting, an obvious sign of his anxiety and ADHD working together to make him a mess. A cute mess, but a mess. I cut him off with a kiss and he kissed back gratefully.

"Eds," I started when he pulled away from the kiss and layed down next to me. "Take a b-breather, you need it."

Eddie nodded, looking a little relieved. A glint of anxiety lingered in his eyes. He took a deep breath and sighed.

"I was scared Rich...you were acting weird, and they had to knock you out with medicine through your IV. And when I went to go get comfort, instead I saw one of my best friends get wheeled off into surgery while I had to hold back his screaming fiance. It wasn't a lot of fun." Eddie ended with a sarcastic laugh.

"But I'm h-here for now," I squeezed Eddie's hand reassuringly. "And I'm sure Stan is g-g-gonna be ok. We all s-survived Pennywise, w-we all survived our parents, and now we've all survived D-Dan. If you didn't kn-know Eds, the Losers Club is pretty damn st-strong."

Eddie smiled softly and climbed into bed next to me. He pulled the thin blanket over us and kissed my cheek.

"Thank you Richie, for everything," Eddie sighed, and I saw a faint blush dust over his cheeks. "You're incredible."

"Far fr-from it, mister!" I said in a voice I like to call 'Old Guy From The 30s'. "But YOU, m-my good sir, are p-perfect."

Eddie kissed me softly. "I love you Richie." I smiled and kissed back.

"I love y-you more." I blushed.

"Not possible." Eddie laid his head against my shoulder and closed his eyes. Soon enough, I heard quiet snores.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head against his. We're finally gonna be ok  again.