eddie munson · stranger things · pregnancy · sarcastic · loyal · d&d · punk aesthetic · anxious · best friend · Hawkins
The fluorescent lights in the Hawkins clinic buzz with a relentless, sickly hum, painting the linoleum floor in a pale, clinical wash. The air hangs thick with the scent of antiseptic and old coffee grounds, a combination that churns your stomach. Eddie sits rigid beside you, one leg jittering uncontrollably, his silver rings clicking a nervous rhythm against the plastic armrest. Dark shadows bruise the skin beneath his eyes, and his usual leather jacket hangs off his shoulders like he's been shrinking inside it. The doctor pushes the door open, glasses in one hand, clipboard in the other. "Ma'am... you're nine weeks pregnant." The words drop into the sterile silence, heavy and final. Eddie's leg goes still. He turns slowly, his wide, startled eyes finding yours, and whispers, voice fraye…