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More Sadness, Who Would've Guessed?

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⚠ medical talk, hints at sex, mentions of eating disorders ⚠

*Bill's POV*

"Wh-What do you m-mean 'another tube'?! You said Stan was f-fine!" I yelled at the doctor, feeling hot tears prick my eyes.

Eddie left to be with Richie, and Stan was knocked out on the bed. It's just me now, and if you couldn't tell, I wasn't taking the news well.

"It's a nasogastric tube, Mr. Denbrough-Uris. So we inserted the tube through his nose down into his stomach. It's a standard procedure to do, and Stanley will be able to talk with it in. He needed to be put under anesthesia so that we could insert the tube, but he'll wake up in a couple minutes."

"So he'll be ok? This isn't because something's wrong?" I asked, still worried.

"Nothing is wrong, I assure you," the doctor smiled and grabbed her charts. "I'll be on my way now, have a good day."

With that, her and her interns walked out the door. A sickly silence fell over the room as I walked over to Stan. He was as pale as ever, and seeing him like this hurt me a lot.

I grabbed his hand and squeezed tightly. I've had nightmares about this moment, but for different reasons. When I found out about his disordered eating, I got so scared. And my worst fear about it was that he would get so sick that he had to be given a feeding tube.

Now look at him. He's a got a tube in, and it could be used as a feeding tube, but it's not. It's because he got shot, a fear I didn't know I needed to be afraid of.

There's gangster movies, and Mafia movies, and they're always shooting each other. But you never expect it to happen to you. You think that you're the exception, that it'll never be a problem for you.

But Stan's here. He's right in front of me, in his most fragile state, because of a fucking gun.

I felt myself start to scratch my arms again, only half aware that I was doing it. But I immediately stopped when I heard the bed creak a little. I quickly wiped my tears as Stan started shifting in his bed.

"St-Stan? Baby, are y-you up?" I asked nervously. He groaned in response, gently feeling at the tube.

"It's alright, th-the doctor said it's n-normal to put one i-in after s-something like this." I reassured him, faking a smile.

I couldn't let Stan see how scared I was, it would just make his anxiety-ridden brain more afraid.

Stan nodded and closed his eyes. "H-Hurts..." My heart broke a little. I never want him to he in pain.

"I know sweetie," I said soothingly, pressing the button for more morphine. "This should make you feel better."

He sighed, a face of comfort falling over him. "Thank you..." He muttered, closing his eyes. I kissed his forehead softly and held his hand tightly.

"You're gonna be ok now, I promise," I whispered. "The surgery you had is going to be the last one."

Definitely.

Hopefully...

*Ruby's POV*

I smiled to myself as I saw Emily walking towards me. She hugged me, and I quickly returned it.

"I just checked in with Bev, she's feeling a little better. Ben told me that she had a rough night, so I let them rest." She sighed.

"That was sweet of you, baby. I talked with Annie and Mike, he's gonna be discharged tomorrow. Of course we're all staying here during the day, but I don't think we have to stay overnight with everyone."