Harrington

Hospital Pt. 2

"Bye Liz." They chorus and leave the room sadly.

I smile and wave at them before looking at my sandwich. I haven't really focused on much except seeing everyone since I woke up, so looking at this sandwich opens another door.

I guess it makes sense that I'm extremely hungry, because technically I haven't eaten in about three days.

So I grab the sandwich with my good hand, though it doesn't seem like either of them are good anymore.

I eat slowly, savouring every bite and making sure I don't get sick again.

It's weird to think that it's over. The monster is gone, Will's back. There's no more lost boy. It's weird to think it's only been a week since he was captured, and that we're all gonna go back to school and pretend like everything is normal. Like there was no monster or alternate dimension. No girl with superpowers or blinking lights.

I don't think I can do that.

The nurse said that it takes a long time for my kind of injury to fully heal. More than six months based on the way my bones broke. I know that these months won't be fun, especially when my father gets home and sees me. I am not looking forward to that.

I wonder if Hopper is really gonna follow through with his threat. He said he'd meet my father, and he said it won't be pretty. I wonder who'd win in that fight.

Hopefully not my dad.

I can't seem to process the fact that before this week, I had no one. Before this week, I didn't know Dustin or Mike or Lucas. I was alone, all alone. That one moment in the hallway at school, when I ran into Dustin. That one moment brought me into this mess. If I had never run into him, I wouldn't be the person I am now, I wouldn't know them, or Joyce, or Hopper. I wouldn't have met El, or Jonathan, or Will. I wouldn't have gone to the Upside Down, or been chased and attacked by a freakish monster. I wouldn't even have known any of that existed.

All it took was a week for me to have friends that it feels like I've known for ages. It feels like fate, it's like it was meant to be.

And I survived. The first time I went to the Upside Down I thought for sure I'd die. I was surprised then when I made it, but the second time I went in expecting to die, wanting to die for a better cause.

I guess I just wanted it all to be over. I'd had enough of everything, and I knew I'd just go back to the same old life if I didn't try. It was better that I died trying than gone back to that life.

When my dad does get back, I wonder if it'll be any different. I wonder if Steve will have my back, if my father will leave us alone for once.

I have a feeling he'll be the same, my dad, he's never changed before.

But that was the case with Steve. He's never changed before, but now he says he will.

I still doubt it'll be that way with my dad, I feel he'll always be the same man, full of hatred and drunk with power.

I finish my sandwich quickly, placing the plate on my bedside table and groaning at my aching body. I hear a soft knock on the door, and it opens a crack.

"—She has to be done eating." I hear Joyce's voice arguing with someone else in the hall before she peeks her head in and back out.

"See I was right." She says to whoever's out there and comes into my room. She closes the door behind her and smiles at me, grabbing a chair.

"How are you feeling honey?" Joyce addresses me like we've known each other for ages, and honestly, it feels that way.

"I'm fine." I shrug, "I don't know why everyone is stressing over me when Will has been through way more."

Joyce sighs, running a hand through her hair. "He was let out three hours ago. He had hypothermia, dehydration, fatigue sickness, and a bad cold."

"You have a broken leg, many stitches and scratches, a sprained wrist, and immense blood loss." She says, "You were on the brink of death. You...did die."

"He was in there much longer than me." I point out, "The only thing keeping him from freezing to death was running from that monster."

"He was about to die." Joyce whispers, "My boy was about to die. You risked your life to save him. Why?"

"I wasn't gonna let him die." I say. "He means so much to you. To everyone. Of course I would try and save him."

We both have tears in our eyes, and she wipes hers away, "You knew you could've died."

"Yes, I did." I croak. "He's more important."

"You didn't even know him."

"I spoke with him once." I say. "He seemed worth it."

She smiles at me and shakes her head, "You blow my mind. When we found you, all crippled up in the forest, you didn't hesitate to put his life before his. You were losing blood fast, and easily could've died, but you still told us to go.

"When it comes down to me and him, I mean, we've already been through so much, may as well finish my job."

She smiles at me fondly and I smile back at her. "I'm just happy he's safe."

"I'm happy this is over."

AUTHOR'S/FINAL NOTE~~~~~

Hello hello!

It's the final chapter! (Do do do dooooo)

Okay. Okay. Okay. So I know some things have been left unexplained, but I am making a sequel that won't be out in at least a week so some of your questions will be answered. Anyways I have really enjoyed writing this and y'all have been so supportive so thank you for that. I encourage you to read the sequel, which will simply be called Harrington 2, so you can see where Liz's story goes. If you have any advice for the second book than leave it in the comments and that will be our question for today.

Thank you all for being so encouraging and supportive. I hope you all write your own stuff and spread your creativity (cringe).

Goodbye for now my friends.