" THE FREAK "

The last couple of days had felt like a blur to Steve. He barely handled everyone coming to visit him well enough and now this guy was talking?? yelling? speaking enthusiastically right in his face while his brain throbbed along to every syllable. Steve reached up to cradle the side of his head, half holding it in his hands. "Dude, seriously. Bring it down a notch. I'm healing over here," he muttered, trying not to sound annoyed because maybe this guy escaped from one of the rooms and was just seriously confused.

siting back down, eddie ran his fingers through his bangs before letting out a low sigh. okay , so this was clearly not working. steve obviously didn't remember him ( or want to remember him ? ) and eddie was just wasting his energy. at this point did he just go to the nurses station and ask them to call nancy to pick him back up ? it was a waste being here seeing as they were going nowhere. why was this so damn difficult ? eddie had seen movies where people forget their memories, but unlike those movies , eddie can't just drop a comical anvil on top of steve's head ( even though he really wanted to ) so . . . . where does he go from here ? does he start from the beginning ? re introduce himself and just slowly work his way back up ? or should he just throw his hands in the air and say, ‘ fuck it ’ ?  “ i'm your friend too , you dumbass. ” he sighed , throwing his head back to rest against the wall. closing his eyes , eddie absent mindedly twisted the rings around his fingers. thoughts racing and stomach churning with anxiety. he had to get out of here. he had to get away from this enviroment. it was too much. dare he say this was more intense than being in the upside down. “ i think i need to leave. ” he sighed, walking over to the corner to grab his vest that had slung over the back of a chair. 

Steve always vowed that he do whatever he could to save the people he cared about. At first, it was just by getting into stupid fights or silly arguments and then after he was thrust into this world he didn't understand, it became more about offering his own life up for them. He didn't lay it on quite so thick around them but the thought always lingered in the back of his mind. He'd die for them, wouldn't he? And that was exactly the reason why he was in this hospital right now, another wallop to the side of his head and several saved lives to show for it. it was a small price to pay in the long run.

eddie  couldn't  believe  what  he  was  hearing.  he  had  gareth  drive  him  over  a  damn  hour  to  get  to  the  hospital  ,  and  now  steve  want's  to  play  some  sort  of  bull  shit  amnesia  prank  on  him  ?  eddie  was  upset.  no  ,  he  was  pissed.  dustin  had  neglected  to  tell  him  that  when  steve  woke  up  ,  he  was  suddenly  some  sort  of  fucking  comedian.  standing  up  ,  eddie  folded  his  arms  over  his  chest  -  his  brows  furrowed.  “  are  you  kidding  me  right  now  ?  i'm  eddie  .  .  .  .  you  know  .  .  .  .  the  freak  ?  the  guy  with  the  impeccable  music  taste  ?  dungeon  master  ?  ”  he  rambled  ,  pointing  to  himself  before  throwing  his  hands  up  in  defeat.  “  you  know  henderson  neglected  to  tell  me  that  you'd  become  a  stand  up  comedian  the  moment  you  opened  your  damn  eyes.  ”  he  scoffed.  sitting  back  down  ,  eddie  rested  his  hand  on  his  cheek  as  he  glanced  over  at  the  brunette.  “  so  what  ?  do  i  gotta  have  buckley  come  and  bring  us  a  box  of  fifty  questions  ?  since  you've  majestically  forgotten  that  i  existed  ?  ”  he  scoffed  once  more  ,  anxious  fingers  picking  the  rest  of  the  black  polish  off  his  nails.