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Dear Billy

It was risky, hanging around the hospital like this when pretty much all of Hawkins was still convinced he was to blame for all of this, but Eddie felt like he owed it to Max to visit. It was rough seeing her like that. And he couldn't help the gnawing guilt that if any of them should have lost to this thing it was him. Each of them meant so much to so many people, and here he was, bruised and bandaged, but alive. And the only person who might have cared to know it had to think he was dead. It didn't seem fair.

He ducked outside for a smoke, keeping his head down, but people were too preoccupied with the mess that had opened up under them to be worried about hunting the Freak. As far as they were concerned the Munson boy was dead, and good riddance.

Trying to get the damn smoke to light, Eddie grew still, eyes suddenly catching a familiar set of piercing blue ones, and seeing that moment of recognition in them he paled. He abruptly turned tail, walking aimlessly around the side of the building and praying silently he'd only imagined that look of recognition.

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"Where would I go? I'm dead," he reminds Eddie, doing his best not to throw a scowl over his shoulder. "I'm dead and was locked away in an abandoned lab for months and it seems like you're the only person that's okay with any of this."

Probably because he knew the shit that Billy went through. Or at least understood it enough to know that the blond really wasn't making it up at all.

He feels the fingers combing through his hair, and lifts his own hands to mimic the movement. Fingers brush over Eddie's, but he doesn't react to it. Not outwardly.

Snipped hairs fall down to the bathmat and into the tub as well before he's getting up to shake the rest out. "Don't know if I should eat or sleep. Starving but I'm tired, too."

Switching who was in charge of the body was probably exhausting him.

Eddie withdraws his hands, glancing away with a cough, and he moves to give Billy a bit of space.

"Why don't you try and sleep for a bit? You've got a bit of food in you. Let your body work through some of it before you over load yourself," he reasons, "Whenever you wake up there's always more."

More food. Well, probably more toast. Sleep sounds good though, so Eddie gets a nod. "I'll go sleep on the couch. At least." So Eddie would be closer in case something happened, and the sound of the television would help him fall asleep.

Getting dressed quickly - he doesn't care if Eddie sticks around for it - Billy heads back downstairs. He gathers the blanket he had to throw over himself after laying down. The couch isn’t the comfiest he’s ever slept on, but it wasn’t the lab. The television is on, now with some weather program happening. It pulls Billy into sleep.

And he gets a couple of hours in. It’s quiet and his brain is at peace. Then the nightmares set in.

Dead people. Dead because of him. The creature in the mall. Max. The Camaro smashed. Rats, rats everywhere, crawling on him. He shifts in sleep, fighting against the blanket before the shifts turn into kicks. It escalates until he rolls off the couch. And it’s not… clear who’s in charge. What is clear is Billy screaming, putting his head in his hands as he struggles between being Billy, or Hargrove.

He's made the bed up, but Eddie doesn't argue. If that's what Billy wants. So long as he sleeps. The guy looks like he hasn't gotten a proper nights sleep since Star Court.

Eddie averts his gaze and pushes off to head downstairs with a muttered excuse. And while Billy sleeps Eddie sits in one of the arm chairs, reading through magazines before his own exhaustion takes hold and he drifts off himself.

He awakes with a start at the sound of screaming, heart jumping to his throat and blood draining from his face and fear seizing him. He half falls out of the chair in his attempt to get to Billy. Or Hargrove. Whichever of them is screaming bloody murder.

"Hey- Hey shh- shh- you're all right- you're all right-" Eddie tries to soothe, down on his knees with him and attempting to pull him into a hug without really thinking about who he was dealing with. Though at least if he's busy punching him he might stop screaming...

By this point, Billy’s curled up on himself, pressed against the couch. God his head hurts, feeling like it was actually being split down the middle now.

Then he feels something grip his shoulders, his arms, pulling him into an embrace. And that scares him more and for a minute he fights against Eddie. Then the soothing gets past his own screaming, and that’s when he realizes it’s Eddie. Not Vecna, not anyone else. Hands whip up behind Eddie to hold onto him tight, with fingernails digging into the cloth of his shirt.

"…fuck. It hurts— my head hurts—" That sounds like Billy even if it feels like Hargrove holding onto him. The screaming stops and he chokes out a sob. God his voice is already hoarse. "The rats— so many— the mall—"

The desperate return of that embrace surprises Eddie more than the fighting, and he momentarily freezes up before the need to soothe overrides his own shock.

"Shh- breathe, okay? Just breathe. You're here. No rats. No mall. You're right here. Shh-"

He keeps talking about the mall, the rats, with pleas of not going back to the lab peppered in. It has to be Billy in charge, there was no way Hargrove would show such vulnerability like this. But he clings to Eddie tight, not caring if it hurts the other.

The other is real, he’s here, and not a figment of his imagination or anything. Breathe. He needs to breathe.

Those first breaths are quick and short. Like he’s about to hyperventilate. Then he hears Eddie’s since he’s so close, he feels it and tries to match it. Gradually his breathing slows to something more normal, but still Billy holds tight to the other.

"You're not going back. You're here. You're safe," Eddie assures, repeating those phrases and tentatively bring his fingers up to comb through Billy's (?) curls like he remembers his own mother used to do for him when he was little.

"Good. You're doing so good. Just like that."

Not going back. He's not going back. He's not going to be trapped down in the dark anymore. And damnit, he's sobbing, the fear still ebbing through him like he's still down there, but he's not. He's not. He's here in Eddie's supplier's house, a hand in his hair while Billy himself holds onto Eddie like a flotation device in a storm.

He's fucking scared and that's still such a new feeling. Billy hates it.

He finally shudders through the last of it all, wrecked but breathing better. "Don't... don't leave me."

Why couldn't it have been one of the others? Eddie feels ill equipped to deal with this, but he does his best, petting through Billy's hair and rubbing circles over his back. Holding him close means Billy can't see how scared Eddie is, and he tries to sound like he knows what the hell he's doing as he soothes him through it.

"...M'not going anywhere," he promises, though he does shift to sit a little more comfortably. "I've got you."

He doesn't know how scared Eddie is for certain. All that matters right now is that he's promising Billy that he won't leave. Or maybe he's just hearing it as a promise and his brain latches onto it. His broken, hurting brain.

"They left me down there. I kept waking up in different places in the lab, like I was trying to find someone... anyone while I slept," though he didn't realize the real reason was Hargrove taking the reins. "They locked me in the lab, Eddie. I don't understand why. They left me. She left me too."

She.

Billy tries not to let his mind dwell on her too much. Instead, he starts relaxing, with fingers unclenching out of Eddie's jacket.

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"...I don't understand either," Eddie offers honestly, but he listens and continues to hold him, brows twisted with sympathy. He doesn't know what happened to Billy Hargrove, couldn't understand even if he was told the full story and not just bits and pieces from different sources. But he can understand the hurt and the fear and the abandonment.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened, but I'm sorry."

At last, Billy sits up, not caring (or maybe not knowing) that his face is wet. He doesn't meet Eddie's gaze, breathing labored and trimmed with shudders.

"Didn't mean to scream. Or wake you up if you were sleeping." A glance around. "...What time is it? 'M hungry again."

Fighting in his sleep and waking up with his own screaming took a lot out of his already battered body. "...No more toast though."

The tears aren't mentioned. Eddie would want the same courtesy. "No one means to have nightmares, it's fine."

That prompts a small snort of laughter, and Eddie rolls his eyes almost fondly. "Of course you are," he mutters, "Come on, get up. I'll see what I can find. You just try and relax."

"No one should wake up from them screaming," he points out. Even for being Billy and not Hargrove, the words come out harsher than Eddie might expect from him.

He frowns at the laugh and eye roll, but does get up when prompted to head towards the kitchen. "Not my fault I'm fucking starving, he says, giving Eddie a push. It's difficult to say if it's jesting or actually mean or not.

"It could have been a sex dream, that might have been more awkward to wake up to," he offers with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.

"What, is it mine because I wouldn't let you make yourself sick on toast?" Eddie asks, following after his stubborn house mate with an amused smile, not all that bothered by the pushing or the harsh tones. "I said I'd make it, where are you going?"

If there's some redness filling into his cheeks, Billy will deny it later. Or ever. "Into the kitchen," he retorts easily, just as he crosses into said kitchen and sits on one of the clear sections of counter.

"What did you even plan on making anyways?" To Billy, Eddie didn't look like much of a cook. But he was hungry, so he'd eat almost anything right now. Sitting there on the counter he looks less hollow at least. Less of a shade of the young man that stomped about Hawkins High.

"Uhhh..." Good question. Eddie hadn't thought that far ahead when he offered. He looks through the supplies Billy picked out uncertainly. He snorts softly when he finds a familiar can and holds it up in question- "Spaghettios?" he offers. Least he knows he can cook that. "We're gonna need to rethink our next shopping list if we wanna pack that muscle back on you, huh?"

While Eddie figures out what’s going to be cooked, Billy winces and rubs his head. That nightmare must’ve been bad with the ache that was leftover. He looks a little pained even as he looks over.

"Spaghettios sound fine." He could eat the little pasta rings and a little of the sauce. Maybe some aspirin on the side. He leans over to the sink to grab a glass and fill it with water to take a drink.

His head thobs, but it lessens as he drains the liquid. "I’ve woken up with a headache before but this one hurts. Did you hit me or something?"

Getting out a pot, Eddie tracks Billy with a faint frown, shaking his head as he opens drawers looking for a can opener (he always forgets where it is). "No, but uh... I dunno. Maybe we should talk?" he ventures uncertainly. He can't be sure Hargrove is the reason Billy's head hurts, but it still seems like something he should tell him.

Good, at least Eddie was smart enough to not try a fight with him. Even if he hadn’t been… conscious? It’s confusing. Blue eyes glance to Eddie. The confusion just deepens on his face at the statement phrased like a question.

"About what? I already said Spaghettios were fine to eat." Another wince and this time he holds his head. Fuck. "No— don’t want to sleep right now—"

Apparently Hargrove was interested in this conversation Eddie wants to have.

"Yeah, something a little more serious than Spaghettios?" Eddie starts, but pauses at that second wince, and eyes Billy. Is Hargrove going to let him get this out?

"...do you need to lay down?"

"If it’s about my head, it happens before I fall asleep. I can’t explain it, Eddie," because he doesn’t know what’s going on at all. Somehow Hargrove has managed to keep himself a secret from the other. Easier to just let Billy believe he was having sleeping issues. Easier to protect him like this.

"...Maybe?" Billy slides off of the counter and goes to sit at the table despite what he said. "Don’t want to though. What do you need to tell me?" Better to try and hold onto his consciousness while he could and have the conversation.

"I uh...I might be able to..." Eddie admits, putting the pasta on and moving to join Billy at the table.

"When you uh-....when you lose time like that...you change-" he starts.

Billy didn't know a lot about Eddie. Just that he was the king freak of the high school, played some stupid board game, and had a band or some shit. Probably didn't do well enough in school. Except now the same Eddie Munson is saying he can explain why Billy's head hurts. All he can do is scowl at that thought. "When you'd get to being a scientist?"

But then Eddie's answering, saying that Billy changes. Billy stares at him, then laughs. "What're you talking about? I change? This isn't your stupid board game, I'm not something like a werewolf, Eddie."

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