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[Can a person actually feel like death itself? If so that is exactly what Eddie feels like. His skin is a dull greyish color due to the state of his health, his whole body aches with each breath he takes and his mind is foggy thanks all the heavy medication being pumped through his veins. In other words he doesn't look much better himself, Richie. He wants to sit up fully, hell he even tried but the condition of his weaken body presents him from doing so. He feels nauseated, drowsy and even though he's finally awake he could sleep for another several months.

He's forced to let his head fall back against the pillows but not once does his eyes leave Richie, terrified that this all could be a dream and that Richie will vanish within seconds.

The way Richie embraces his hands leaves Eddie's fingertips tingling and he laces their fingers together with a trembling grip. ]

S-shut up, dickwad. [His voice is horse, raw from where he has spent weeks in what they swore was a coma.. Just the few words uttered has his throat burning, the discomfort written on his face.

Suddenly all the panic comes rushing back and fingers move to dig at more medical equipment.]

W-where are we? [His eyes dart around frantically while making another attempt to sit up.]

Where is the fucking clown?

[ And Richie is there to keep as firm a grip on Eddie's hands as he can. He understands; they all do. They know that fucker is dead and yet the trauma of all that shit doesn't go away so easily, does it? ]

It's dead, Eds. I swear, okay? We killed the fucker. We killed it.

[ He has to repeat himself and say it sharply, hoping it'll get through as he does so. ]

We're still in Derry, and we haven't seen anything else after the house disappeared. Like the whole damn thing is gone. Nothing left.

[Richie's words sound foreign, as though he's speaking in tongues and nothing he's saying is registering in Eddie's mind. Was Pennywise truly dead this time round or was this just more wishful thinking? IT wasn't of this world, it could easily be reborn or worse.

But Eddie is tired, all the Losers are and Richie of all people wouldn't lie to him about the death of all their childhood trauma.]

G-gone?

[The desperation leaks into the hope of his question while those large eyes still swirl with both worry and slight fear. His hand grips a little tighter with Richie's and after a moment he closes his eyes.]

It's dead.

[Words spoken out loud because Eddie needs to hear it again, he needs to believe it.]

I-I want to leave, Richie. I don't want to be here anymore. [Killer clown or not, Derry was still fucking Derry.]

[ Richie nods in understanding, breathing out a heavy, tired sigh. The exhaustion wants to set deep in his bones but he doesn't sit down just yet. He gives Eddie's hand a squeeze, ]

I know. But you have to stay here for a little while longer, okay? We're not gonna leave you here alone. You're still healing, Eds. I don't want to risk it.

[ Quickly adding, ]

None of us do.

[ Which is true but still. That flash of panic he felt inside at realizing what he just said... Is he ever going to stop being such a chickenshit? ]

[Eddie's brain keeps screaming for him to just grab Richie's hand and run, despite that his body is in no shape of doing so. His willing to risk the pain and extra damage he would cause, he doesn't want to be held in this shit town any longer. He's suffered enough.

They all have.

He doesn't want to suffer through this nightmare any longer even if the fucking clown is finally dead. Just being in Derry makes him feel like his drowning, and the evil of the town just keeps pulling him under, deeper and deeper. He can feel the struggle to breathe the longer he's trapped here.]

Promise you won't leave me here?

[Eddie's voice quivers as he forces out the plea. Richie would never do such a cruel deed but their adult lives rest outside of this hell.]

I'll fucking kick your ass if you do.

[ Richie understands the desire to. He had seriously contemplated getting all the other Losers to agree to get him transferred to a hospital anywhere else if it were possible. But then his wife showed up, and he had to begrudgingly accept remaining here.

Though, truth be told, it didn't feel the same as it had before.

Or maybe that was just because Eddie had pulled through, and he wasn't going to lose the best thing he had in his life. It's what has him breathing out a weak laugh at the threat. ]

I'd like to see you try that, Eds. You'll be even more of a miracle case than you already are.

Don't fucking underestimate me, dickwad. [It's a gentle threat, one that is simply Eddie and always has been ever since they were children trapped in this hell town. Richie should be used to them by now, hell maybe this was their way of showing each other affection? Eddie still feels way to uneasy for his liking but any other choice would have led to him not making it.

He goes silent for a moment, his head falling to the side of his pillow as he bites back a bit of pain. This all still feels like a horrible nightmare, he's waiting for more horrible things to happen at any given second now.

But the hospital room is at ease and he has Richie. That's what is important, Richie.]

I'm glad you didn't get hurt.

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sorry for my slowness! i'm still here for this!

No worries!!!

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aww that turtle

He cute and chillin.