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[When she went to Eddie Munson in the woods outside the school to try and get drugs off of him, it was her final attempt to try and stop what was happening to her. She hadn't been expecting to have quite the conversation they had, and maybe she went back home that day with a crush on him. It gets her thinking about the possibilities outside of Jason and the way he's with her because it feels like he wants to own her. When she slips into Eddie's van after the basketball game, she wonders if the butterflies in her stomach are caused by being aware of her new little crush, or if it's because she's about to do drugs for the first time.

Of course, as her luck has it, he's not actually able to get her anything. The chaos that's unfolded in Chrissy's mind finally comes full circle, and he returns to the living room with drugs in hand, only to see her floating. In her mind, Chrissy is facing down the monster that killed her. She's terrified, trapped in her own head. There's no escape, she realizes. And she thinks that this i it. This is how she's going to die.

She remembers calling out to Eddie before the lights flickered. Remembers calling out to him again right after they did. But as she screams for him again, it dawns on her that he's not able to hear her. The terror turns to pure panic as the monster finds her, advancing on her with words that are meant to be a reassurance. Don't be scared, he tells her. It will be over soon.

Tears stream down her face and all she can do is scream. She thinks of Eddie in the clearing in the woods, the way he had smiled and laughed. How he had literally forced himself to fall back off the picnic table just to make her laugh. In those final seconds, she wishes she had been brave enough to do something more than just smile and laugh. She wishes she had done one thing worth living for in her short life.

Out in reality, her eyes are whited over as her body trembles. Tears slip free from her eyes, but they're completely vacant. She's accepted her death, too afraid to do anything but shake and sob in fear.]

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[ As much as Eddie doesn't want her to feel the need to lighten the mood, the remark catches him off guard. He can't help the goofy little laugh he lets out, smiling for just a moment. ]

Chrissy, you're like, the most metal person I've ever met in my life. Seriously.

[ He bites down on his bottom lip as he makes another turn, trying to slow down a little so Chrissy isn't thrown around too much. It's not exactly the smoothest ride on the road, so to speak. It's good for hauling their gear to shows and for sitting in the back with a friend and a joint, but that's about it. Not exactly ambulance material or even the kind of car he's sure Chrissy's used to, but he's trying his damnedest.

Every little sniffle and sob breaks his heart. Trying to ignore it is impossible, even with his eyes focused solely on the road. Someone as sweet as her shouldn't have to suffer like this - it's cruel. If some kind of - monster - is after Chrissy, why her? ]

Almost there. Two minutes tops. You're killin' it. You're super metal.

[ Hawkins Memorial Hospital doesn't hold good memories, but what hospital does? Eddie parks the van right outside the EMERGENCY sign, then looks to Chrissy as he unbuckles her seatbelt, her face bathed in the red light. ]

I've got you -- you can lean on me if you need. And uh - I can stay as long as you want me to, okay?

[ He doubts her parents will want him around once they arrive, but at least until then. No way is Eddie leaving her alone in there right now. ]

[She may be super metal, but she's still scared right now. After going through something deeply traumatic like that, she's currently terrified of everything that isn't Eddie. With as convinced as she is that he saved her, it's not likely she's going to let him out of her sight anytime soon.

Chrissy leans up against him, the pain almost making her dizzy now. The walk inside doesn't take that long, and Eddie is quick to demand help for her. She's a little awestruck by how fierce he is with his insistence that she's seen, actually. And maybe the nurses are too, because one comes over to take a look. The second they see her arm, they're ushering them both back to a room.

Chrissy can see the concerned looks at her, and the way they look at Eddie. She doesn't get the best grades at school, but she's smart enough to be wary. It's after asking Eddie to come with them for a minute while the Doctor looks her over that Chrissy very nearly panics. Instead she reaches out for Eddie with her good hand, and begs him to stay.

The nurses exchange worried looks, but let them be for now. She and Eddie trade quiet conversation until the Doctor comes in, and the hour that follows Chrissy is left screaming and crying in pain as her arm is examined and set. She's admitted shortly after, the Doctor explaining she needs to stay for a few days for observation. With a complex break like hers, infection can easily set in. When they're questioned about how her arm was broken, neither she or Eddie have an answer.

They're thankfully left alone after that, Chrissy relaxing as the painkillers kick in. Eddie's sitting in the chair beside her bed, holding her good hand. He's playing with her fingers, a gesture that puts a tired smile on her face.]

Beat that for a first date.

[She jokes, though this was far from a date. It's too tempting to want to make him smile and laugh in return, even though she can tell he's worried.]

[ He doesn't know what confidence comes over him, but as soon as they walk in those doors, Eddie's all business. There's no way he's going to let Chrissy sit in the ER waiting without at least getting looked at, not with the way her arm looks. And it works - they barely have to wait before they try to whisk Chrissy away without him.

It still surprises him when she begs him to stay, but he wouldn't dream of saying no. So Eddie sticks by her side, holds her hand in his through it all. There are a few times when the doctor's setting her arm that he has to look away, will the tears back into his eyes. She doesn't need to see that he's scared too. It won't help.

By the time they've finished and Chrissy's allowed to just rest, Eddie feels like all the energy's been sucked out of his body. The adrenaline that'd been coursing through him is all gone, but even so, he's not leaving her alone here.

Her hand's so soft. Small. Not covered in callouses and rings like his. It's almost distracting. Besides all the horrific shit - his thoughts keep drifting to her family. Shouldn't they be here by now? The last time he was in the hospital Wayne had to argue his way out of a speeding ticket. ]

Sheesh, if I would've known it was a date I would've brushed my hair and worn my good jeans. My bad.

[ Eddie chuckles and squeezes her hand, and as though he'd been tempting fate just by doing it, Chrissy's mother finally shows up. There's a brief moment before she explodes into theatrics where her mother stares at their hands touching, then at Eddie. Disgust, contempt, annoyance. Withdrawing his hand makes his heart sink, but even when Chrissy tries to protest, there's no convincing her that he should be here.

My daughter needs to rest. You're not helping. ]

I'll come visit you as soon as I can. I promise.

[ Eddie's practically pushed out of the room, and his mind is racing with so many thoughts as he walks out of the hospital that he doesn't notice that Jason Carver is waiting for him in the parking lot.

Jason doesn't leave him be until he's questioned - and pulverized - Eddie thoroughly. He doesn't have the strength to fight him on a good day, let alone after everything that's happened tonight. With a swollen eye, a bloodied nose and a split lip, the drive home is slow and painfully silent. ]

[Chrissy is playing with the rings on his finger when her mom barges into the room like a storm. She's a force of nature that sucks up all the air in the room, and her daughter shrinks down inside herself, making herself seem as small and still as possible in bed. Of course, that's up until her mother goes off on Eddie, screeching at him about how her injury is all his fault.

It's not like she's going to let anyone talk about Eddie that way. So maybe she gets worked up, crying and raising her voice, and in turn her mother takes it out on Eddie. She really doesn't want him to go, she's terrified of what might happen when he leaves. He's the one person who kind of gets what's happening to her. And now she's been left alone with the one person who will never accept that something is wrong with her.

Tears stream down Chrissy's face as her mother's cutting criticisms dig into her before Eddie is even all the way out of the room. And when her mother tries to console her by letting her know that Jason's there and will take care of the Munson boy, the poor girl is absolutely beside herself. She wails and begs her mother to let her go after Eddie. The more hysterical she becomes, the more attention she draws. A nurse comes in and pumps a sedative into her IV line.

It's a matter of minutes before Chrissy is forced into a restless sleep. With as sedated as she is, she's absolutely trapped in her own mind. The nightmares are vivid and intense, Vecna toying with her throughout the night. At one point, when she's trapped in that awful dark place, she screams for Eddie until her lungs ache and bleed, like he'll actually be able to hear and save her.

But maybe it works, because when she eventually does wake up, groggy and out of sorts, she sees Eddie standing in the corner of the room.]

Eddie? [She's drowsy still, but tries to sit up so she can get out of bed to go over to him.] Is this a dream, or is it really happening?

[After being trapped in her nightmares for so long, it feels important to ask. she hasn't noticed the state of his face just yet.]

[ Eddie spends hours replaying what had happened over and over again in his head, pacing through his trailer. Being in his living room just seems wrong, and he gets chills every time he stands where Chrissy once stood. Is she going to be okay? What's going to happen when she finally falls asleep? What if the monster comes back to her?

Besides that, he can't stop thinking about Chrissy's mother, the viciousness of her words that only brought Chrissy to tears again after she'd finally calmed down a little. He could take the blow - it doesn't shock him that she'd loathe him, but that's her daughter, for Christ's sake. How could she see her in so much pain and only want to tear her to shreds?

And then there's Jason. Where does he even begin with that bastard? It's hard not to imagine their fight going differently, imagine a reality where Eddie'd had the strength and the guts to knock his stupid teeth out (or at least break his nose) with his rings. But he hadn't.

He doesn't fall asleep so much as he passes out, finally giving in to pain and exhaustion sometime in the wee hours of the morning. When he wakes, it's with a splitting headache, but he only waits until he can hear Wayne snoring in the living room before he gets dressed and heads back to the hospital. (He's positive he'll be back before Wayne wakes up, so he definitely won't miss the sunglasses Eddie grabs on his way out.)

It's a miracle they even let him in to see her, but the receptionist seems to take some small pity on him and his busted-up face. Even more miraculous is the fact that Jason and Chrissy's mother are no longer there, just Chrissy, who is only just starting to wake up. ]

Hey, Chrissy. I told you I'd be back, didn't I?

[ Hesitating, Eddie removes his sunglasses as he steps in to stand beside her bed, wincing at the bright fluorescent lighting of her hospital room. It's worth it to get a good look at her, though she hardly looks as rested as he'd hoped she'd be. He forces a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, hands twitching as he tries to decide if he should hold hers again. ]

Are you okay? I mean - all things considered?

[It's funny, she thinks, how having Eddie there instantly makes things feel better somehow. Her mind feels clearer, and there's some kind of hope that everything's going to be okay. Or at least there is until he moves in closer and takes off his sunglasses. Her breath catches as she looks up at him, horrified at the condition he's in. A memory plays through her mind then, her mother reassuring her that Jason is going to take care of "that Munson boy".

Jason beat the shit out of him. It's enough to make her want to go track him down and punch him right in the face. And maybe she would, if she wasn't absolutely terrified of Jason.

But he's not here right now. Eddie is. The worried look remains, as she reaches up with a shaky hand to press her fingertips gently against his cheek. He really took a beating last night. Because of her. That fact twists at her heart, and makes guilt creep up on her. He wouldn't want her to feel that way, she knows. But it's hard not to. Eddie forces a smile, and she mirrors one in return, and they're locked like that for a few moments. Just sadly smiling and looking into each other's eyes.

The moment eventually moves on, and Chrissy's touch drops away so she can reach out and take hold of his hand. The contact is enough to make her smile more warm and genuine.]

I had nightmares all night. I'm okay now that you're here, though.

[She pauses, giving his hand a gentle tug so he'll sit on the edge of her hospital bed with her.]

Did Jason do that to you, Eddie?

[ Eddie winces as her fingers gently brush his cheek. It's not just the pain, but fear, too. Like if she touches him or he touches her, Mrs. Cunningham and Jason are going to materialize out of thin air to throw him out for another round of getting his ass kicked in the parking lot. He's worried enough about having to face him and his minions at school come Monday, let alone being caught by them on his own.

Still, when she holds his hand in hers, he can't will himself to let go. Especially not when it makes her smile. ]

I'm sorry. I wouldn't have left if they didn't make me. Though I probably shouldn't stay too long if I don't wanna end up in the hospital too.

[ He follows her lead and perches on the very edge of her bed, taking a deep breath. It's embarrassing that he couldn't defend himself or even just run, but he'd been caught completely off guard. Hell, even if he was prepared for it, he doubts he could take Jason in a fight. ]

Damn. How'd you guess? Hey, it's really not as bad as it looks, I promise.

I know what he's like when he's angry.

[It's a quiet admission, almost hesitant. But apparently she tells him everything now, without much thought behind it. Jason lashing out at Eddie isn't out of character for him. He's just been waiting for a reason to do it.]

And my mom told me last night that he was going to take care of you.

[Needless to say, that contributed to a lot of her restless sleep. She shifts in bed, moving to sit up. If Eddie says things aren't as bad as they look, she's skeptical. But she also has accidentally damaged Jason's fragile male pride enough to not be in any hurry to do it to Eddie. Not that Eddie reacts the same way Jason does at all, but...

Well, it takes time to come out of your shell when you've spent your entire life being forced into quiet conformity. Her fingers thread through his, and she marvels at the way his rings feel up against her. They're so big and bulky, but his touch is so gentle. ]

[ Eddie sits up a little bit straighter when Chrissy speaks, frowning at her despite the way it makes his head throb with pain. He can take a beating if he has to - a mom-approved one, no less - but none of this sits well with him. He knows what angry men are capable of, especially when they feel like they have authority over someone who loves them. The fact that he can't do anything about it only makes him feel sicker. ]

But - he's never hit you or anything, has he?

[ He's afraid to know the answer, so he looks away again, staring down at their intertwined hands. The difference between them is a bit surreal. What's that fairy tale? Beauty and the beast. Out of sheer nerves, he glances back toward the door again. The coast is still clear, but for how long? ]

Anyway, you don't have to worry about me, okay? You just gotta focus on feeling better. Were the nightmares... Were they like what happened last night?

[She's incredibly grateful when Eddie seems to not actually want to know about whether or not Jason's put his hands on her. Chrissy eagerly latches onto his other question, nodding as she bites the inside of her cheek.]

I was so upset after you left, they had to sedate me.

[It's said with embarrassment, because what a way to react, Chrissy. Her cheeks turn a little pink as she looks away, though her hand remains intertwined with his. The fact that he brings her such comfort and a sense of peace aren't lost on her, but she's reluctant to shoulder him with some kind of savior complex. She thinks he saved her last night. And whatever trauma they shared has bonded them together, that much is obvious. Is it really fair to saddle him with more now?

Chrissy isn't sure, but the words keep tumbling out of her mouth before she can stop them.]

I couldn't wake up from the nightmares. They were a lot like what happened last night. But the monster never found me. I could hear his voice, but he never showed up. I'm starting to think he's messing with me.

Jesus Christ. I wish I could've just stayed.

[ The hand not holding Chrissy's curls into a fist and Eddie's eyes sting a little. He almost wishes he'd kept the sunglasses on. It's not fair that she should have to suffer through this and not be able to even ask for help. Who do you even turn to for help with nightmare monsters?

He squeezes her hand again and sighs, keeping his eyes down. If he'd been able to help her come back out of that nightmare last night - to have something to grab onto, like she'd said - maybe he can do it again, but only if he's actually able to be with her when it happens. Fat fucking chance, given what he's up against. What's he supposed to say? Oh hey, Mrs. Cunningham, Jason. I just need to kiss Chrissy real quick to save her from the demon plaguing her mind and breaking her bones. Of course it's not my fault! Forget it. ]

I just don't understand. What the hell is it, and why is it after you? And... how do we stop it?

I don't know.

[Her voice is so small, cracking as she feels completely week and useless. But his hand is in hers, and she clings hold of it tighter, before she leans in to rest her forehead up against him.]

It's really hard to fight an enemy you can't see. But he's there, and he's coming back for me. And I can't tell anyone but you about it because...

[She hesitates, not wanting to admit this next part out loud.]

Well, if I tell them what happened, they'll think I'm crazy! And they'll lock me away somewhere and never let me out.

[She remembers something her mother told her about the police coming to get a statement from her once she's awake. They could be popping in at any minute, she realizes. The reality of that makes her hold onto his hand even tighter.]

You know, they think you did it. [She pauses, lifting her head to look up at him.] Eddie, we have to get out of here. It's not safe to stay here.

[ Eddie feels like his insides are tying themselves in knots as she grips his hand tighter, leans against him. Less than twenty-four hours ago he was surprised Chrissy even remembered who he was, and now he's trying to wrap his head around the fact that she feels safer around him than her own family. Her own boyfriend. ]

You're not crazy, Chrissy. And -- we're going to figure a way out of this. A way to get him away from you.

[ How? He has no idea. Is he of any use to the cause? Possibly. Sort of? The thought that he might not be able to save her the next time keeps creeping back into his mind. What if Chrissy puts all this trust in him only for him to screw it up when she needs him the most? ]

Me? They think I could do that? [ He'd laugh if it weren't so terrifying. ]

Uh - we? Am I just supposed to walk out of here with you? I-I don't even know where we'd go. They'd obviously find us at my place. And you're still hurt, Chrissy.

[ Maybe they could stay in the van, but that's also an easy target. Not exactly easy to hide. Still, that doesn't mean she's going to be able to just waltz out of here unnoticed. He swallows at the lump in his throat, trying to think. ]

I might know a guy. But it's a definite maybe.

[The wheels in her head are slowly turning. The drugs are still slightly in her system, which make her a little sluggish. But she's trying. There's a strong flight instinct that's telling her she needs to run. That this isn't the time to try and fight. Eddie's life may depend on it, especially if both Jason and the police department show up here. He's hurt enough as it is, she couldn't stand it if something else happened to him because he's trying to help her.]

There's a wheelchair over there.

[Glancing over to it, she lets out a breath and starts to move out of bed. The time to act is now, she reminds herself. Her legs are wobbly, but she reaches out for him to help steady herself.]

Grab a blanket, okay? I'll wrap up to hide the hospital gown. And you can try wheeling me out of here. Maybe no one will notice.

[That's very wishful thinking, but Chrissy generally is an optimist when she's not being terrorized by a monster that's trying to kill her.]

[ Eddie's up on his feet as soon as Chrissy starts to move, offering her his arm to lean on as they make their way over to the wheelchair. They're both crazy if they think they can make it out of here that easily, but then again, these are pretty crazy circumstances. ]

Let's just hope we don't run into any more visitors for you.

[ He can maybe improvise something to tell the hospital staff, but anyone who actually knows Chrissy won't be so easily swayed. Once she's seated he yanks a blanket off of the bed, helping to wrap it around her shoulders before checking the door one more time. The hallway is relatively empty - all they need to do is make it to the elevator. ]

You ready?

[ Once she nods her approval, Eddie slips his sunglasses back on (amber-tinted aviators - definitely not his style) and gives her one more smile. Grabbing the handles of the wheelchair, he gives it a gentle push and begins their trek down the hallway. So far, so good. Either this floor isn't staffed very heavily or they've just got really good timing.

It's not until they make it to the elevator and Eddie hits the button that the woman at the reception desk looks up from her magazine and frowns at them. ]

Just taking the little lady for a smoke break. You wouldn't know it, but she gets real cranky without her nicotine fix. Don'tcha, Chris?

[ Eddie pats Chrissy's shoulder and grins at the receptionist, who rolls her eyes and returns to her magazine just as their elevator arrives. It takes all of his willpower not to start howling with laughter before the doors close and it begins to descend with them inside. ]

Holy shit. Okay. Step one - success.

[She really can't believe that worked. Her laughter starts off soft and unsure, but quickly bubbles forward into something more animated.]

I can't believe she bought it! Eddie, you're a genius.

[Her good hand lightly hits at his leg, as she tries to get her giggles under control. She's supposed to be playing the part of a cranky smoker, after all.

Meanwhile, down on the first floor of Hawkins Memorial, a small group has met up and is currently in the elevator on their way up to Chrissy's room. The current lieutenant of police, the Cunninghams, and Jason Carver are all ready to see Chrissy and question her about Eddie Munson's involvement in her injury. The break is so severe and in so many locations, there's no way it was damaged in a natural way. The doctor had taken a look at the xrays and insisted that each break was done by hand. Jason insisted that it had to be Eddie, only someone as satanic as he was would have a reason to hurt someone like Chrissy.

The problem here is that they assume only Chrissy is sweet enough not to tell on the guy that hurt her. Laura Cunningham insists she's afraid of Eddie Munson. That her daughter would never be friends with someone like him. Jason's bragging about giving Munson his first taste of what's to come, and the entire elevator listens to the teenage boy like he's some kind of hero that's actually trying to protect an innocent girl.

They have no idea that said girl is in an elevator with the boy she very much trusts and likes, and they're going down as everyone that wants to tear them apart is going up.

When the elevator dings and the doors open, Chrissy's heart starts to race. They're so close to the front doors. She can almost taste the freedom. Eddie seems to be able to pick up on her mounting anxiety, because he hurries her out right through them without saying a single word. They both spy the police cars parked out front, and Chrissy knows that they're on borrowed time. It's only minutes before they realize she's missing. ]

Eddie, we have to get to your place and get whatever you need. Fast. I don't think we'll have much time.

[Any thought of clothes or things that she might need don't matter now. It's Eddie that she's trying to protect here. She knows Jason will kill him if he gets his hands on Eddie a second time. And if he doesn't, the rest of the town might. He seems to pick up on that, and hurries her to his van and gets her inside. The wheelchair is forgotten as he backs out of the parking spot and drives as fast as he can without raising further suspicion.

This time when they drive, her hand reaches over to rest atop his that's on the stick shift. With her right arm broken, she's left with her non-dominant hand. That's pretty disappointing, but at least that hand is good for holding his in situations like this.]

You know, I think I actually could go for a cigarette right now.

[With her legs bouncing, and her fingers idly playing with his as they hold hands, it's pretty obvious that she's nervous. Maybe a cigarette would help.]

Hey, don't give me too much credit. We're not out of the woods yet.

[ Eddie's trying not to panic. He really is. But as soon as they roll out of the front doors and are faced with the sight of police cars - multiple - plus a couple of luxury cars he can only assume are the Cunninghams' or Jason's. If they get caught, he's done for. They're all convinced he's the one who hurt her, and even if he can get out of that the cops would only need to take one look at his room to make drug charges, too. Bye bye, future. So he'd better bring the drugs, too.

He helps Chrissy into the van as quickly as he can, fastening her seatbelt and running to the driver's side. He doesn't run for just about anything, but this? He'd run all the way home if he had to.

At least the cops are apparently all here, so they shouldn't catch him speeding.

Eddie exhales a nervous, shaky laugh as Chrissy puts her hand on his, once again trying to focus on the road but having a hell of a time. ]

Yeah? You ever even smoke a cigarette before?

[ He'd grab his cigarette case from his jacket pocket if his hands weren't both in use, but if Chrissy isn't experienced with that, there's no way he's getting her to start now. Eddie glances over at her, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. ]

It's kinda funny. First time I smoked a cigarette, I stole one from my dad. I just wanted to know what it was like. He came home to me puking all over the carpet. You think I would've learned, huh?

[ Chrissy doesn't need to know his dad kicked his ass after that little stunt. There's no time for that right now, and he doesn't need to be pitied. Roger Munson's gonna rot in jail and Eddie? Eddie's not ready to join him there. So he speeds his way to the trailer park, gravel spraying everywhere as he hits the turnoff a little too quickly.

He slows down to pull up to the trailer, hoping the noise won't be enough to wake Wayne up on their way in. The guy's seen him do some ridiculous stuff, but bringing in a girl in a hospital gown, grabbing all his shit and leaving? Might be a little suspicious. ]

Okay, so, here's what we're gonna do. My uncle's gonna be in there sleeping on the couch, but this isn't my first time sneaking past him. We're gonna be quick and we're gonna be quiet. We're gonna get some stuff from my room and then we're gonna go somewhere safe.

[ Eddie swallows hard. He's scared shitless, and he could really use a cigarette, too. Maybe his hands would be shaking less - he wonders if Chrissy can tell. ]

And if we make it that far, I promise I will roll you the most perfect joint you could ever dream of.

[She doesn't have to be holding his hand to know that his are shaking. Hers are too, just out of sheer nerves. If this goes wrong and they mess up along the way, it's Eddie that will pay the price.]

We'll make it.

[Trying to smile for him feels hard, but she manages a slight grin. Because she does have faith that they'll make it wherever they want as long as they stick together. They've already snuck out of the hospital, now all they have to do is sneak in somewhere else.]

Quick and quiet, then we'll head somewhere else. Easy!

[She's so good at faking cheerfulness and optimism that she can do it now, wanting so desperately to reassure him and get him to stop shaking the way he is. More guilt fills her at the realization that she's likely ruined his life. So very many things can go wrong here, but she's going to stick by his side and they'll figure it out. No matter what happens, Chrissy is determined to keep him out of trouble.

Her hand seeks out his once again, giving it a reassuring squeeze. And he quietly leads her up into the trailer, where he guides her in silently making her way past his uncle. He doesn't know that she's had to live most of her life silently participating while screaming on the inside, or that she's conditioned to make herself as small and unnoticeable as possible. Sure, everyone notices that she's pretty because she's popular. But no one really notices her in a way that suggests they know or care about her.

After all, she's been struggling for a while now, and no one has noticed she's been struggling. No one's reached out. Not even Jason picked up that she's been drowning. But Eddie finally knows, and he's doing so much to help her. The least she can do is put her skills at being small and quiet into good use.

When they make it to his room though, they spare each other a meaningful glance. This isn't the time for having a conversation though, and they both move into action. He'll need to grab things and find bags or a box to put them in. And she...well, she stands there awkwardly in her hospital gown, barefoot and acutely aware of the fact the back of the gown is wide open.

Awkward.

She idly bounces her feet against the carpet, restlessly looking around as she silently moves through his room. While she wants to see the bits and pieces of things that make up details about Eddie, she doesn't want to be nosy and pry. It might test his patience if she stumbles on the wrong thing, like when she did the one time Jason brought her up to his room to fool around.

Not that this is the same case, she thinks. Eddie isn't trying to get her in bed. She's not even sure he sees her like that.

She steps on a magazine on the floor and moves to pick it up. Heavy Metal...has an interesting cover. She's left blushing as she really takes in the sight of it, but the second she realizes he notices, she drops the magazine and holds up her hand in almost a defensive pleading pose.

Eddie isn't Jason, though. His temper doesn't seem to run red hot and violent. So much for that just being how guys are, she thinks, recalling what Jason and his friends have told her in the past.]

I'm sorry! [And she really does look apologetic, especially at the fact she's just used a raised whisper to talk.] I shouldn't be looking around your room. I just...I need something to wear. I can't stay in this.

[ Eddie's probably half the reason Wayne sleeps like the dead - he's not a quiet person in general, but neither is his taste in music. And if Eddie's gonna get up in time to make it to class even sort of on time, he's gonna rock the fuck out to try and wake himself up. It's easy enough to lead Chrissy to his bedroom without waking Wayne, but Eddie's been so worried about everything else that he's neglected to think twice about whether he wants to bring her in here.

His bedroom is his sanctuary: Wayne doesn't go in, so Eddie can do whatever he wants. It's also a chaotic mess. Dog-eared magazines and half-finished assignments litter the floor, and he's pretty sure any chivalry points he might have earned with Chrissy are null and void at this point. Still, he tries not to linger too close to her, give her her privacy as much as he can.

First things first: Eddie grabs the lunchbox he keeps his drugs in and sets it near the door. Can't forget that. There's a duffel bag that he unzips and sets on his bed, but when he turns his head Chrissy is staring at the cover of one of his many issues of Heavy Metal - this one's got a particularly curvaceous alien fighting an equally evocative android woman. She drops it immediately. ]

Oh my god. Chrissy - I'm sorry. It's usually not this messy. Look, there's some really cool sci-fi stories in these, and... Forget it. Clothes. Right.

[ Eddie's gone completely red from the neck up, all the way to the tips of his ears. That embarrassment only grows as he spots the condoms and overflowing ashtray on his bedside table, but he needs to focus. Opening a drawer, he scans through piles of black t-shirts, first grabbing an Iron Maiden one that's about three or four sizes too big for Eddie, let alone Chrissy. The idea of her even being in a Maiden t-shirt - his t-shirt! - makes his chest ache. ]

I was gonna make this one into a back patch but I kept forgetting. Um - it'll be nice and long on you. I dunno if I really have pants that'd fit you.

[ He hands her the t-shirt and immediately goes back to the dresser, biting his bottom lip as he opens another drawer. Not an easy task for a guy who wears jeans all year round. ]

So I have... Boxers. They're clean, I swear on my life! But they've got the elastic waist, right? So... I think they might be comfy?

[ The ones he's holding out to her are a dark grey plaid pattern, and he's no less red than he was before. ]

I-I won't look if you wanna change, but I can leave. Sorry, this is - this is all a fucking mess.

[His apology really isn't necessary. Chrissy knows that guys like this kind of stuff. And really, the only thing embarrassing about it is the thoughts that she's left with as she stares over at him. His blush only makes her turn bright red in return, and it grows distinctly darker as she follows his gaze and takes notice of a pack of condoms sitting right next to the ashtray on his bedside table.]

It's okay.

[She reassures him, knowing the words sound breathy and distracted and like maybe she's not okay at all. But of course she is, because he's trying his best to take care of her. And here she is, flushed with warmth and embarrassment, wishing he'd throw her on his bed and have his way with her. Chrissy's 100% positive that makes her a terrible person.

Needless to say, the distraction of his clothes being handed over to her is appreciated. She holds both the boxers and his shirt in one hand, trying to shuffle them as she thinks about how she's going to get her hospital gown off and these on. ]

No, don't go. [She hurriedly insists, shaking her head.] I don't want you to go.

[Oh god, she has to actually verbalize this next part, and she doesn't know if she can do it. Not when she's staring at his lips, and oh my god —

How is it possible that she's blushing more?]

I need you to help me get dressed.

[There's an attempt to move her broken arm that currently has a cast on it, but she winces in pain as soon as she does. It doesn't matter to her if his room's a mess, or what he has laying around. All Chrissy cares about is that he stays close, and the fact that he's doing everything in his power to help her. Getting dressed so they can move on and save his skin is more important than anything else.]

Still, I... Usually try to clean up a bit if I have guests. I just don't have a lot of those.

[ The condoms on the bedside table don't really help his case, there. The worst part is they're only there because he just bought them and forgot to put them away. As much as he'd like to be the playboy rock god he dreams of being, he still lives in Hawkins. Limited options. He's never really done relationships so much as hookups, and most of those take place elsewhere. Hence why there's another box of them in the backpack he keeps in the van (among other things). Gotta stay prepared.

Not that it's going to matter much if they don't hurry up and get out of here. They're both red in the face, and Chrissy's right - there's no way she can get dressed by herself like this. So he gently takes the clothes back from her, and with a deep breath, he kneels down on the floor to hold the boxers out for her. ]

Here, just -- step into these, okay? You can lean on me if you need.

[ Once Chrissy steps into the legs, Eddie averts his gaze to pull them up to her hips. They're baggy, but they're better than nothing. Next up is the t-shirt, so he stands again, steps behind her to untie the back of the hospital gown. It's a far, far cry from the way he'd like to undress anyone, her least of all, but she needs his help. It's not the time to think with his dick, even if he feels his heart race when he slips the gown off her shoulders.

He bunches the shirt up so it's easier for her to get her head and arms through and moves to hold it out in front of her, catching a glance of her mostly-bare torso before turning his head away. ]

I know it's not really your style, but hey. Maybe I'll make a Maiden fan out of you yet.

[Everything about this screams awkward. Or rather, that it should be awkward. But it doesn't feel that way, though the air grows thick with tension. Chrissy appreciates that he's being a gentleman. That, and he's being really efficient. They don't have long here. But she wants him to look at her. She wants to see the look on his face when he sees her body.

And she wants to feel his hands and mouth all over her body. Not to mention —

Oh my god, she's going to hell.

She's injured enough that he's having to help her step into boxers as she leans up against him for support, and he's helping her get off her hospital gown, and all she can do is blast horny thoughts at him. The fact they manage to get his shirt on her at all without her leaning in to kiss him is a miracle.

Her heart is hammering in her chest, entire body flushed. The shirt is definitely huge on her, but it fits like a dress. There's a moment where she gives a little spin to show off the look to him, but it feels like it has to be cut short so he can finish packing. There's still the matter of shoes to tend to, but that can come later. What matters is she's covered.]

Wherever we end up going, you'll have to play some of their songs for me.

[She'll adore Iron Maiden if it gets him closer to her. She'll listen to metal all day, learn all the lyrics, whatever it takes to impress him. The idea of that makes her tremble a little, and Chrissy moves into motion to try and finish getting ready while he packs what he needs to.

Finding an extra belt on his floor, she picks it up and shoves it in the duffel. That can help with the fit of her dress later. While he's focused on other things, she grabs a few of his scattered magazines, tucking them safely inside for reading later. And on second thought, she grabs the pack of condoms and puts them in too. It's not like they'll definitely be using them, but maybe at some point!

She hopes.

Blushing all over again with that thought, she decides to just sit and linger on the edge of his bed. When he eventually finishes up and comes over to zip up the bag, she reaches over to curl her fingers around his wrist.]

I know you've already said it's not my fault. But I'm sorry you have to do this because of me.

[She pauses, licking at her lips.]

I'm not sorry that we get to figure this out together, though. I really think it'll be okay in the end, Eddie. Just wait and see.

[ It's not like they've ever spent much time together, but Eddie's positive he's never seen Chrissy wearing black before. When she's not in her cheer getup she's always in pastels, soft colors and fabrics. Now she's twirling in his bedroom in his underwear and The Number of the Beast t-shirt, and maybe it's just all the adrenaline but he feels like his knees could give out. She's perfect, and she's also got a psycho boyfriend who wants him dead. So. ]

I've got this album in the van. I'll play it for you at Rick's house. Y'wanna guess what the guy on the shirt's name is?

[ It's Eddie.

He has to remind himself to hurry, because time is ticking and Hawkins isn't very big. The cops are probably like kids on Christmas Eve - local teen delinquent runs away with a little rich girl and they get to play heroes?

So he crams clothes and cassette tapes and some basics from the bathroom into the duffel bag, trying not to get too distracted just looking at Chrissy sitting on the edge of his bed. Were it under any other circumstance, Eddie thinks it'd make for a pretty incredible day. Alas.

He's just about stopped blushing when Chrissy grabs his wrist with her good hand. She's so soft and - fragile, almost, in a way that makes him want to hold her close. ]

Come on. I can't just not help you if I'm the only one who can, can I?

[ Her tongue darts out between her lips and Eddie recalls the sticky-sweet scent of her lip gloss. Fuck. He is so completely screwed and on top of it, he feels like a total creep. ]

I really, really hope you're right. Let's go.

[ They manage to slip out the front door unnoticed, and Eddie tosses the duffel bag into the back before helping Chrissy into the front seat. He doesn't even put his seatbelt on before hitting the gas. They need to get out of here now, and earlier would've been a lot better.

He takes the back road to get to Lovers' Lake, and there's no cops, not yet. Rick's place isn't that far from him (a real convenience, when the guy wasn't in jail) and Eddie has a spare key that he'd been meaning to give back to him when the whole arrest thing went down. Whoops.

There's enough tree coverage that the van isn't very noticeable from the road. It'd be better to ditch it somewhere further away, but Chrissy has a broken arm and no shoes. The truth is he's terrified. There's no way, in his mind, that this can work. In minutes - maybe hours if they're lucky, Eddie is convinced the police and Jason Carver are going to arrive with torches and pitchforks ready to burn him at the stake. But if he doesn't at least try, Chrissy's going to get hurt. So Eddie kills the ignition and turns to look at her, forcing a small smile. ]

So - full disclosure. I don't know what this place is gonna look like on the inside. My friend's been in jail for a bit, so... at least we should have it all to ourselves?

[The entire ride there, Chrissy is feeding off of his mounting anxiety. It in turn, makes her nervous, and her leg bounces the entire way there. It's starting to feel like maybe this was a bad idea, but they've gone this far and they can't turn back now. She thinks as they park that maybe they should hide the van better, but there's no time.

She's absolutely terrified when he turns off the car, worried that the police might show up before they can even get inside. Truthfully, she doesn't care if this place is a mess. Doesn't really care what it is, as long as she's with him. He's quickly become the most important person in her life, and hasn't had the time to stop and really think about that yet.

He hurries out of his door and grabs his things before coming to get her out. The trek to their hideout is rushed, Chrissy slipping a few times. Eddie has to shift his bag in order to reach out and grab her by the good hand to tug her along after him. It serves to keep her on her feet, and she murmurs a thank you as he nervously works to get them inside.

The key doesn't work at first, simply due to shaky hands and fumbling, and as the key drops to the ground Chrissy is quick to pick it up and unlock the door for him. A kind smile tells him she doesn't mind, and the key is slipped into his hand as he ushers her inside. The sooner they're out of sight, the better.

And Eddie's right. This place is pretty dingy. But it's quiet and it's safe for now, so she thinks it's perfect. She follows his lead, trying to expel the nervous energy that she's feeling. But it only seems to grow heavier, matching the mood he's fallen into as well. They're both now wound tight, fear and nerves making them quiet. They're both bruised and beaten, exhausted from the pain and a lack of restful sleep the night before.

Everything's happening so much at once, and Chrissy just wants to hold him while they take a nap. But it's probably not going to be that easy to get him to agree to resting.]

Maybe we should lay down for a little while. It's a good idea to rest while we can.

[ To say Eddie's on edge is the understatement of the century. His hands are still trembling when he finally sets his bags down in the entryway, and he's constantly listening for the sounds of vehicles, sirens. But he's also completely exhausted, and while he knows he won't be able to fall asleep at least they can rest their bodies. ]

Lemme scope out the whole... bed situation. I'll be right back.

[ He does a lap around the house to peek into every room and finds one queen size mattress on the floor with a flat sheet draped over it. Really classy, Rick, but at least it's got pillows and looks clean. ]

There's just the one. So you know. Um - can I get you Tylenol or anything? I've got the real strong ones.

[ He helps her to the bedroom and onto one side of the mattress, then ducks back into the living room to dig through his portable pharmacy. Pain management for the both of them until he has the energy to roll a joint to share with her - assuming they're still here by then.

Returning with water and meds, he sits on the very edge of the opposite side of the mattress and holds a pair of pills out to her. He's still on high fucking alert, staring out of the small gaps in the blinds and listening carefully. Hopefully taking these will help him pass out for a little while, too, but his splitting headache could really use some relief. ]

You doing okay?

[ His voice wavers and cracks a little when he speaks. Eddie swears it's just because he's really tired. ]

Is it okay if I lay next to you?