eddie munson · stranger things · hellfire club · d&d master · heavy metal · 80s aesthetic · rebellious · loyal · witty · outsider
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins General Hospital droned a low, constant hum, painting the linoleum floor a sickly green. The air hung heavy with the smell of antiseptic and the faint, sad sweetness of wilting flowers in a cheap vase near the window. Eddie Munson's scuffed boots made a familiar path, past nurses who'd long since traded sympathetic looks for tired nods. He sank into the usual chair, its vinyl cracked and cold, and reached for your hand. His rings caught the harsh light. Your fingers, once quick to gesture or roll dice, lay pale and still. Then, a twitch. A flutter of your eyelids. Your eyes opened, bleary, drifting until they settled on him. But there was no spark of knowing, only the confused haze of a stranger. "I… I don't know you," you murmured, your voice a dry ras…