Behind the Scenes // Stenbrough {COMPLETED}

Forty-Seven

Once arriving at the hospital we continue to hear screaming.

"Where're my friends?!! Help!! Richie?!! Mike!! Help!" He continues to yell, yelling for each of us as we have to stand back and watch him struggle.

"You can't come back there right now. We have to get him calmed first." I glare at the nurse. "That's my best friend you can't-" I grab onto their wrist. "Richie. Richie come on."

Eddie pulls me away gently as I let go of their wrist. "What the fuck dude?" I glare at him.

"If you would've done anything we would've gotten kicked out. You wanna see him right?" My breathing begins to slow he talks to me.

"Answer me, Richie. Do you wanna see him or not?" He asks sternly. "Yeah...I do." I plop down in a chair.

"Richie? Where is he?" The scream starts again. "Let go of me! Stop touching me! Ben?! Richie?! Bill!! Where's Bill!? Where is he?!" His screams are loud.

Bill stares in horror as Stanley screams. "S-Shit." He mumbles.

"Help! Richie! Bill?! Beverly!" He continues to yell all of our names as we have to sit in worry. Not knowing if he's okay.

"Where? Where is he?!" Is the last thing we hear before he gets quiet. I stare at Bill. Tears form in his eyes.

We're all crying. Why does it feel weird that he's crying?

A couple of minutes later a nurse comes back. "He's asleep now. Let him sleep for a while before waking him up." He smirks before waking away.

—ten minutes later

"Fuck, I can't wait this long." I enter the room. He lays peacefully on the bed. Restraints still on his wrist. Red marks where it rubbed when he struggled.

An oxygen mask gently put on his face. A nurse comes in, replacing the mask with oxygen tubes.

His breathing slow and shallow. I stare at him before pulling a chair up next to his bed. I latch onto his hand softly.

—Stanley'a POV / real time / Thursday 2:06 am

"What caused it?" "Not sure...they didn't tell us. They said if I didn't come into your room in time-" Eddie stops talking as he sniffles.

"They said you had stopped breathing for about thirty seconds when I walked in there."

"Oh..." the thought of me not breathing as I sleep, scares me. I look down slightly. Restraints on my wrist. "What the fuck?" I rasp out. I also notice Richie latching onto my hand.

"They'll take them off later." Richie mumbles.

"Oh good. You're awake Mr...Uris." The nurse smiles. "Can we get these off?" "Unfortunately we have to wait a while." She frowns.

"Why are they on anyway," I mumble to myself. "You wouldn't lay still on the stretcher...you were screaming a lot." "That must be why my back hurts." I chuckle softly as they all smile weakly.

"What was I screaming about?" I glance at Richie. He makes eye contact for a second before looking away.

"I'll tell you later...okay?" "I wish we could stay longer." Beverly frowns. "It's okay..." I smile weakly as Beverly, Ben and Mike leave.