❪ nightmares have become so commonplace that they're almost familiar at this point.
eddie expects them, falls asleep still dreading them though. it's always the same thing— they're in that cavern below the sewers fighting it. they're scattered, richie gets caught in the deadlights and he spears the bastard through his stupid fucking mouth.
everything should be great now, dandy but it isn't. he's sitting over richie, smiling and laughing and then suddenly there's blood all over richie. his blood. sometimes the nightmares play out as they did in real life: he's thrown down deeper into the cavern, he's bleeding out but sometimes it's different. sometimes the monster rips him in two, sometimes it stabs richie instead, sometimes it stabs both of them. sometimes they all die down there instead of just him.
but he didn't die, did he? no— he's alive, breathing and presently kicking as another dream shocks him awake with a wheezed gasp. he's hyperventilating, literally been scared awake and he's having to fumble in the dark to get the nightstand open and his inhaler out. a few needy breaths in and he dissolves into a fit of coughs which wouldn't be an issue aside from the hole in his chest that they only just got the stitches out of.
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eddie expects them, falls asleep still dreading them though. it's always the same thing— they're in that cavern below the sewers fighting it. they're scattered, richie gets caught in the deadlights and he spears the bastard through his stupid fucking mouth.
everything should be great now, dandy but it isn't. he's sitting over richie, smiling and laughing and then suddenly there's blood all over richie. his blood. sometimes the nightmares play out as they did in real life: he's thrown down deeper into the cavern, he's bleeding out but sometimes it's different. sometimes the monster rips him in two, sometimes it stabs richie instead, sometimes it stabs both of them. sometimes they all die down there instead of just him.
but he didn't die, did he? no— he's alive, breathing and presently kicking as another dream shocks him awake with a wheezed gasp. he's hyperventilating, literally been scared awake and he's having to fumble in the dark to get the nightstand open and his inhaler out. a few needy breaths in and he dissolves into a fit of coughs which wouldn't be an issue aside from the hole in his chest that they only just got the stitches out of.
god— he was a fucking mess. ❫