open ! taking the challenge issued by @trashmcuths and bringing the pain
No. No, move. MOVE! No matter how much he had willed it, Richie didn’t move. Open eyes had stared at nothing, and although he knew it, Eddie wasn’t accepting it. Richie was getting out with the rest of them. He was just unconscious, only wounded, all of them were getting out alive.
Richie wasn’t.
Richie had flipped them, and for a second, Eddie had no idea what he had been doing, but seeing the claw burst through his chest made things clear enough. He took a blow he must have seen coming. He took it instead of Eddie, who it was meant for, and now he was lying here, bloodied and unmoving.
“No..” His voice was soft, not angry, more annoyed at the fact that Richie wasn’t fucking moving! Stop being a fucking asshole!
The others had been speaking, but Eddie had heard, all his attention focused on getting Richie to wake up. He had been yanked to his feet, and the place had fallen apart around them. Only seconds from the time they were out on Neibolt to when the house tore itself down.
It was shock that had made everything seem so fast around Eddie. He hadn’t fought, he had simply followed when they pulled him out, and it took a day for him to realize that - no - Richie was still down there. Eddie had slept, how could he? Maybe the adrenaline had faded for the others, but he was wired, and he was back at Neibolt. The place was in ruins, but the basement had to be around there somewhere. The well had to be down there.
This was Derry, no one would notice or care what he was doing, and Eddie was on his knees in the rubble, digging at the spot that he was sure the well would be. He was going back down there. They couldn’t just leave Richie. He needed help, they couldn’t just fucking leave him!
