It still hurts to move, even a full 40-some hours after...everything. After the exorcism. After they'd hung a piece of plastic over the shattered window and swept up the broken glass and gotten rid of the demodog in the fridge. After everyone had dispersed - the boys and Max to their homes, El and Hopper back to the woods, the Byers to the house to peel drawings off the wall and stuff them into a jumbo trash bag.
Joyce and Jonathan had done most of that, since Will's hands started shaking too badly when he even looked at the drawings he'd made. The drawings he could barely remember making. They'd let him lie down on the couch, curled up under a blanket with ice on the mark the hot poker had made. It's starting to scab over, finally, but it still hurts. The ligature marks on his wrists and ankles hurt, everything hurts.
Still, when he hears the knocking, Will slowly, gingerly rolls to his feet, since his mom and brother are out back, cleaning out the shed, and he's worried it might be Hopper. Or his friends. Or, impossibly, maybe it's Bob, alive and whole, against all odds. Either way, he does his own version of limping over to the door, creaking it open and leaning on it heavily.
It takes him a long moment of staring to recognize Sam, the fog of recent possession making everything unfamiliar. But then an exhausted half-smile flits across his face.
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Date: 2019-07-27 03:20 am (UTC)Joyce and Jonathan had done most of that, since Will's hands started shaking too badly when he even looked at the drawings he'd made. The drawings he could barely remember making. They'd let him lie down on the couch, curled up under a blanket with ice on the mark the hot poker had made. It's starting to scab over, finally, but it still hurts. The ligature marks on his wrists and ankles hurt, everything hurts.
Still, when he hears the knocking, Will slowly, gingerly rolls to his feet, since his mom and brother are out back, cleaning out the shed, and he's worried it might be Hopper. Or his friends. Or, impossibly, maybe it's Bob, alive and whole, against all odds. Either way, he does his own version of limping over to the door, creaking it open and leaning on it heavily.
It takes him a long moment of staring to recognize Sam, the fog of recent possession making everything unfamiliar. But then an exhausted half-smile flits across his face.
"Hey."