MARLEY // Max Mayfield

*pop* (E)

After a hard turn into Bradley's Big Buy, the party clambered out of Nancy's borrowed car, Marley lopping around back to pick up Eleven who was still crying out in pain. A pang of guilt struck the girl as she cradled her, knowing she was sort of the reason Eleven's leg was in such bad shape. Still, she knew it was the right move, to pull that thing out of her leg as soon as she could. Again it was like one of her feelings, the feelings she gets toward anything to do with the Upside-down and she is usually right.

"You holding up ok, El?" Marley muttered with a grin, hoisting her up into her arms and carrying forward, Eleven raised a hand and started wiping away some of the Mind Flayer blood from her face, only smudging it worse in the process. "Don't bother..."

"Yeah, she'll just push you away every time you try to help," Max grumbled and Marley frowned, avoiding the girls gaze as she went after Nancy.

"Oof..." Lucas winced.

"Shut up, Sinclair," Marley warned.

"Y-you hurt her again?" Eleven grimaced, flinging her head back as her leg continued to burn, Marley glanced down at her sympathetically before nodding.

"Yeah...I think so, like...emotionally," Marley admitted, her eye still trained on her clearly pissed girlfriend who promptly took a rock from Nancy and smashed it through the glass door. Lucas winced again and looked to Marley like she was the most unfortunate girl in the world.

"Minefield...ironic how it sounds like Mayfield."

"Lucas," Marley bit lowly and the boy threw his hands up in the air, running after the rest of the group. "God...I fucked up," she hissed, taking in a sharp breath of air and walking in through the ruined door.

Nancy was already walking down the pharmaceuticals aisle by the time Marley even took a moment to take in their new surroundings. Everything was happening so fast again and she really couldn't keep up, she felt like she wanted to hurl and not the normal kind, like she wanted to hurl up her literal insides. The adrenaline or whatever it was from before was dying down now and so her body was really starting to shake.

"Marley, hurry up!" Mike ordered and the girl nodded, swallowing down whatever it was that threatened to emerge.

"Sorry..." she whispered, finally reaching the entrance to the aisle, Nancy glanced up at her, seeing her state, a state that reminded her of the one she had been in two years ago, the day she collapsed into a fever and shook like she had a bad case of hypothermia all at once.

"S-set her down," Nancy directed nervously, eyeing Marley as the girl crouched down on weak legs to rest her friend against the shelves. Eleven took her arms from around the girl and let them go limp at her sides, "Alright, lemme see..." she pulled up her pant leg, revealing a bleeding, deep gash about half the length of one of Marley's fingers.

"Oh, shit..." Max muttered from opposite Marley, Eleven continued to groan out in pain as Nancy pulled out a gauze pad, intending to clean the wound but Max quickly shot out her hand, "What--what--hey, what are you doing?" She questioned, looking at Nancy incredulously.

"I'm cleaning the wound?"

"No, first, we need to stop the bleeding, then clean, then disinfect, then bandage," Max told, Nancy looked at her and then at Marley who was still shaking almost unnoticeabley.

"I skateboard. Trust me," Max implored and Nancy nodded.

"Alright," she handed the stuff to Marley, knowing it wasn't the best idea but also wanting to test out her concerns, Marley took it instinctively and moved forward. "Marley, you know how to do this right?"