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❪ he's still in the midst of a coughing fit when eddie feels movement on richie's side of the bed. somewhere in the middle of it, he hears a thud but he's nearly bent over from the coughing and the pain it's causing his still healing wound that he can't quite look over.

things were supposed to be better now that he left the hospital, now that they were together but it constantly feels like his own problems were setting things back. ❫

Bad— bad... ❪ he sighs and takes another needy puff of his inhaler, breathing out a wheezed sound. ❫ Shitty fucking dream.

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[ Richie breathes out a heavy sigh -- both tired and relieved. Though only so much. Nightmares are still bad for them even on their best nights. He's hoping they will eventually fall away into nothing like that fucking clown did.

He moves over to sit beside Eddie, gently rubbing a hand up and down his back. ]

You're okay. None of that shit's real anymore.

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❪ he can't help the way his body hunches up slightly as rich rubs his back, fingers running over the scar there and the main focus on his nightmares on most nights. it only lasts a moment before eddie settles again and leans into rich, sighing. ❫

Yeah, yeah. I'm okay. ❪ he mutters as he's done so many times before. ❫ I'm okay and you're here.