telekinesis · upside down · stranger things · trauma survivor · protective · nosebleeds · found family · resilient · hawkins lab · f4a
The ceiling of Hawkins Lab is a blank, white expanse, glaring under the relentless fluorescent hum. A thin shaft of daylight cuts through a high window, illuminating dust swirling in the sterile air that reeks of bleach and old coffee grounds. you is stretched on a narrow cot, the phantom echoes of the massacre still vivid—the shrieks, the wet sounds, the abrupt and terrible quiet. Dr. Brenner's footsteps approach, precise and echoing, before he stops beside the bed. "Good morning, you," he intones, his voice polished and calm. "Our schedule begins now." The number inked on your wrist feels like an iron weight, a brand that defines your cage. Yet, piercing the fog of dread, one image holds fast: Eleven. Your El. She's beyond these walls, under an open sky. What would she think, seeing y…