Sea Foam and Foggy Memories

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Ok so I have a bunch of ideas, but no idea how to order them...so which ship do y'all wanna see the most? Or just the Losers vibing?

*Eddie's POV*

Today's finally the day everyone's going home. Mike, Annie and Bev were cleared to go a little while back, but now Stan and Richie are get discharged too.

It's kind of bittersweet. I'm glad Richie can come home and we can just cuddle in bed without the possibility of a nurse coming in at any second. But this also means that he won't have a doctor right next to him if something happens.

Richie's been lucid for the past two weeks, that's why he's able to go, but it's still scary. I'm always worrying that he's going to sneeze and rip his stitch, if that's even possible.

"You all set, Eddie?" Bill popped into the room, carrying all of his bags. "The nurses already wheeled Richie and Stan outside."

I looked at the now empty room where I had been staying for a while. I hated every night sleeping here, not knowing if Richie would be ok the next morning.

"I'm ready to go." I smiled at Bill, grabbed my bags, and finally left the hospital.

•°•

It was so cold. I felt like I was alone, even though I could hear whispers. I shivered, the wind was slowly getting quicker. I couldn't see anything and my anxiety was picking up by the second.

I kept walking foward and timidly reached my hand out.

"Marco?" I whispered, hearing the Losers giggle.

"POLO!" Richie shouted obnoxiously loud. I screamed as I felt a huge splash of frigid water hit my back.

"You're dead, Tozier!" I laughed and jumped towards the voice, bringing both of us down under the water.

"You g-got me, Eds," Richie spit out a bit of water and gave me his signature grin, as he held me on his lap.

"Yeah, got you wrapped around his finger, you mean," Ruby laughed and punched his arm. "Even if the DNA tests come back positive, I'm not calling you my brother. You're too much of a softie to be related to me."

"He's been pining for Eddie since 7th grade, cut him some slack," Bill started giggling and Richie kissed my back gently, right where my scars were.

"What can I say, I'm a sucker for this cutie." He mumbled into my skin and kissed there again. I sighed and leaned back, loving the way it felt.

Most of my scars have faded to barely visible lines, but some of them were still there. The cigar burns were faint pink circles, and they just looked like skin discolorations. There's only a few select cuts on my stomach that show, and of course, the huge "Dan's Property" etched into my skin.

Richie started making it a habit to kiss over the letters and scars, and it's like his kisses are erasing the bad times away. I'm still going to have the memories, those are permanently engraved in mind. But now when I think of coming home, I'm excited, not scared. I finally feel loved, like I'm equally as important in this relationship. It's a nice change of pace.

"Alright fuckers," Richie shrugged me off his lap and moved back. "You've got 30 seconds, and then I'm set free to attack!" He took a dramatically large breath and went under the water. I started laughing and swimming away.

I'm finally happy. I finally don't have to worry about Dan. I'm free.

*Bev's POV*

I grabbed Ben's hand and we walked away slowly, trying not to make any noise. I covered my mouth so I didn't laugh out loud and kept moving backwards with my boyfriend.

I look over to see if Richie was searching yet, but instead I saw Eddie's smiling face. I don't think I've seen him this genuinely happy in so long. He used to fake smiles and laughs, but now he looks honest.

'Good,' I thought to myself. 'He deserves to have a break from the crappy life he's been given.'

Richie resurfaced with a loud sigh and started screaming Marco over and over again. Annie started cracking up before covering her mouth, and Richie swam over to her with a grin.

The water splashed against my stomach. The baby bump was showing now, especially in my bikini. Ben hugged me from behind and put his hands right over where our little kid was.

I turned my head and kissed his neck gently. Nothing could ruin this for me.

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