there's a patch of snow on the ground

[januaryember]

"Hey- it's Bev. Leave it!"

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[clussy]

(The promise had been made by the four boys. It made sense, in a strange sort of way, that they should seal that wound between the core group. It felt right.

But that didn't mean that Eddie didn't want to bridge the distance between himself and the Losers who had been absent during the promise. Ben wasn't in Avagi, but Beverly Marsh was. Eddie also was not quite as upset with Beverly as he was with Ben, or as he had been with Bill. He was still upset, but by now, he has realized that he was mostly upset because nothing had been resolved and that was almost worse. He had made it clear when they last spoke that he had been too angry, too upset to want to talk to her.

That was different now. Now that he was back to sharing space with Richie on a nightly basis, now that he was talking with Bill, now that he felt a little more himself. Beverly and him weren't really the tightest, but she was still a Loser, and in a way, she was something like the only sister he'd ever known. At least from home, anyway. She was special to him in her own way, and maybe he wasn't as close, but that connection was something he felt at the very center of his soul. He couldn't shut her out forever and frankly? He didn't want to.

So one night, late after he's gone on a walk, he comes back to the unit. He checks in on Richie briefly, moves through the unit quietly, and waits to make sure Beverly was alone in her room. Finally, he knocks at her door.)

Bevvie? It's me. Can I come in?

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[clussy]

(Two simple things had happened that really shouldn't be so extraordinary and yet. They were.

Eddie went to sleep.

Eddie woke up.

And now he was in this town. The dream on the way there had been realistic. He still felt like there had been hands wrapped around his ankles even by the time he startled awake alone in bed. Finding the basket had been one thing, sure. Everything inside it was weird too. The first thing he did was take a hit from his inhaler. Two, if he was being honest. He even checked the letter three times over to see if this was somehow an extensive prank.

Eddie felt. Terribly.

Horribly.

Awfully alone. The fear began to swallow him up. This had to be fake- and he didn't eat the food right away. He didn't until his finger tips started to go and then Eddie had screamed his lungs out and downed the entire jar of strawberries that had been left for him. After that? Well. After that Eddie had lugged his basket out, sat promptly on the porch and wrapped his skinny arms around his knees. His cast scrapped his knee and he dropped his head into his arms and let it go. He let himself start crying because why was this happening? Where were his friends? His mom was going to kill him-. What if his body back home just never woke up and he had to be hooked up to some complicated machine? If he ever woke up again...God! His mom would never, ever let him leave her ever again. Did he get some brain tumor and this was it eating away at him? Was he sick? Oh, Christ!)