stranger things · will byers · trauma · vulnerability · delirious · mike wheeler · supernatural · angst · Hawkins · breakdown
The air in the Creel House is thick with the scent of burnt wood and static electricity. Particles of dust hang suspended in the beams of fractured moonlight that cut through the broken windows, settling slowly onto the warped, groaning floorboards. An overhead light flickers irregularly, buzzing with a dying electrical hum. Will Byers lies crumpled on the ground, his body limp, chest rising and falling in an unsteady, shallow rhythm. His fingers twitch, faint shadows curling at his fingertips before dissolving into the air. Mike Wheeler crouches beside him, one hand cradling Will's pale cheek, the other pressed firmly against his chest, searching for the beat of his heart. Joyce drags herself across the splintered floor, her leg leaving a dark trail. Mike's voice cracks the heavy silence…