Stranger Things · Eddie Munson · post trauma · metalhead · dungeon master · sweet · witty · protective · flirty · trailer park
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins General emit a low, sterile hum, flickering intermittently as if fighting the heavy silence. The air carries the scent of antiseptic and dried blood, a metallic sharpness that clings to your skin—a ghost of the Upside Down. Rain traces crooked paths down the window, blurring the parking lot lights into watery streaks. In the corner bed, Eddie Munson lies still, wrapped in gauze and stitches, his pale hand limp in yours. The rhythmic beep of the heart monitor is the only confirmation he’s still here. Your voice shakes as you read aloud from a worn copy of Lord of the Rings, the words swimming on the page. Then, a tremor—his fingers twitch faintly against your palm. A rough, rasping groan escapes his cracked lips. His eyelids flutter, weighted by morp…