20. Cramping Pain
After the morning's excitement and drama of Finn’s seizure on the orienteering course, the rumours had started to fly. By lunchtime, Jess had had enough of the hushed whispers and sideways glances as their friendship group walked through. Of course, Finn had yet to return, quite happily asleep curled under Fao's duvet with Lion and a hot water bottle, but from the rumours, he could have been abducted by aliens.
While the plan had been for Finn to return to the group after lunch, the weather had ended up calling off most of the activities. In the end, the organisers ended up putting a film on in the sport's hall, allowing the kids to mill about or watch it, letting them have a little freedom. Jess had managed to convince them to let her go see Finn, aware he wouldn't deal with the noise of the sports hall, and so spent the first half of the movie sitting in Fao's room with him. She was glad of the peace and quiet, a headache starting and just generally feeling snappy and on edge. It couldn't last forever, and she begrudgingly returned to the sports hall, keeping herself to herself.
She was glad of bedtime, happily snuggling under the duvet and hoping the next day would be better. Of course, life was never simple (as she'd often learned with Finn), and she woke in the middle of the night with the all too familiar cramps. She couldn't help the flare of panic, quickly scrambling up out of bed and running to the toilet, hoping she was wrong.
Unfortunately, she wasn't. Hand pressed to her mouth, she tried her best not to cry, overwhelmed and frustrated. She'd only had two before, and she hadn't expected to start while she was away, so she had nothing, completely unprepared. Trying to calm herself down, she took a few minutes to clean herself up and tried to come up with a plan. The teacher by their dorm was far from her favourite, and she didn't really trust them enough to tell them. The only adult she did trust on the trip was Fao, but he was at the other end of the corridor.
As much as she tried to gain the courage to knock on the other teacher's door, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. She'd much rather get in trouble for going to Fao a million times over. Mind made up, she grabbed her hoodie and trainers, and quietly slipped out, padding down the corridor to Fao's room and knocking quietly.
Fao slept lightly, he always had done, and when he heard the knock on the door he stirred, sitting up with a groan and flicking his bedside light on.
“One second!” He called softly. It was probably Finn, either feeling shitty or having had a bad dream, but he threw on a hoodie regardless, padding over to the door.
When he opened it, the last thing he expected was to see Jess standing there, and he frowned.
“Jess? Are you alright?”
She glanced around. "Can I come in please?"
He stepped back from the door. “Yeah, of course.”
Jess perched on the edge of the bed that was obviously not Fao's, fidgeting with the sleeves of her hoodie and staring at the floor.
“Is everything okay?”
She took a shaky breath. "No. I've started bleeding and I didn't know and I didn't think I would and I don't know what to do!"
He softened. “Oh, sweetie.” He murmured. “Your period? I can go and wake Miss Smith if you want?”
Her nod quickly changed into a shake. "No, not her."
“Okay, not her.” He said. “Is it your first time? Do you have any things with you?”
"I didn't bring anything." She couldn't help the tears that started to fall. "Dad bought me some stuff last time but it hurts and I've not got anything and it's going to get everywhere."
“Right. First thing’s first, let’s dry those tears.” Fao said, offering her a tissue. “You can give this guy a cuddle, too. I won’t tell anyone.” He reached into his bed for his little Eeyore, passing him to her.
"Thank you." She took him gratefully, clutching him tightly.
“There’s some things in the first aid box, but I don’t have it here. Do you want to go and get yourself some fresh underwear, and if you wait outside the girl’s toilets I’ll bring you some stuff. Then we’ll go and get a hot chocolate and I can get you some paracetamol.”
"Thank you, Fao." She managed a small smile.
“It’s okay. You can take Eeyore with you if you want.”
Her smile widened. "Thank you.
“He’s a good companion, just don’t tell the others, yeah?” He offered her a grin.
"I won't." She stood, quickly giving him a hug before disappearing off to get sorted.
He slipped out of his room, to the little staff room where they kept the first aid kit, and made a note of what he was taking, as he’d been told to do. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for Jess, she’d had a shit day and this was only making things worse for her, but he was glad she’d trusted him enough to come to him. He was quiet as he headed to the girl’s toilets, waiting for Jess outside.
Jess wasn't long, clutching both Eeyore and a bag to her chest. She greeted Fao with a small smile, trying to pretend things were more okay than they were.
“Here, I got you a few bits and pieces, though I’m not the best person to explain them all. Take it all, use whatever you need, and then we’ll go get that hot chocolate.”
She took them gratefully, swapping the supplies for Eeyore. Her father had actually been decent in his explanations and education, and she was quietly confident as she cleaned herself up further. She put the spares in her bag, alongside her dirties wrapped in plastic bag, and headed to meet Fao. The promise of hot chocolate and paracetamol had already helped, along with Fao's reaction and support, of course.
He met her outside, giving her a supportive smile, and then led the way to the staff room. He pushed the door open, propping it open with a door stop, and flicked the lights on. “Get comfy on the sofas, I’ll get these paracetamol for you and put the kettle on. Do you want eeyore back?”
Jess hesitated, giving a small nod as she took Eeyore. As mature as she often acted, the small stuffed animal was comfort for all of them, and the fact Fao had offered it to her meant the world. She settled on the sofa, pulling a pillow across her stomach and curling up.
He put the kettle on, waiting for it to boil as he sorted out the tablets. “Right, here’s the paracetamol, and here’s some water. If that doesn’t help the cramps you can have some ibuprofen too, but try the paracetamol first.” He said, handing both the tablets and the water to her. She looked so small, curled up on the sofa, and it broke his heart. She acted so mature, but really she was just a kid, and it was no fun being on your period away from home. He made her a hot chocolate, a tea for himself, and passed her the mug. “Here you go. Careful, it’s hot.”
She rubbed her eyes before taking the mug in both hands, holding onto it for a moment. "Thanks, Fao."
“It’s okay. Do you want to go back to bed?”
"Can I wait for the paracetamol to work please?"
“Yeah, of course you can.” He said, sitting down on the sofa with her, hands curled around his own mug.
"I'm sorry for waking you up." She murmured.
“Don’t be. I’m glad you did, there’s no use in suffering in silence.”
"I didn't know who else to go to." She admitted. "I didn't want to go to the teachers, because it's embarrassing."
“Not too embarrassing to tell your boyfriend’s big brother, though.” He teased. “I get it, but there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s just life.”
"It is embarrassing." She pushed, taking a sip. "And you're like my big brother, you're family."
“I’m glad you think so. You can always come to me, for anything, yeah?”
"Thank you." They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, drinking their hot drinks. The paracetamol hadn't really done anything, the pain grating on her despite everything. Her lip trembled as she turned to Fao, hating herself. "Fao? Do you have any of Finn’s hot things?"
He frowned, turning to her. “Yeah, I do. Still sore?”
She nodded. "I'm sorry I'm being a pain."
“You’re not being a pain at all. They’re in my room, I’ll go and grab you one.” He said, standing up and setting his tea down on the side. He wasn’t long at all, nipping to his room, and was back within a few moments, holding one of Finn’s disposable heat packs. “Here we go. Do you know how to use it?”
"Thank you." She took it carefully. "I've done them for Finn before."
“Perfect. Should help with those cramps.”
"I'm sorry for causing such a fuss." She put her mug on the side as she sorted the heat pack out, pressing it onto her top under her hoodie. Frustrated and tired, she quietly curled up on the sofa, hoping the heat would finally help.
“Hey, no. No need to be sorry, it’s what I’m here for.” He said gently.
She sniffed, rubbing her eyes. "Not in the middle of the night."
“Especially in the middle of the night.”
"I'm meant to be asleep and fine."
“It happens. I know I’m here because of Finn but I’m looking after everyone, yeah?”
She nodded. "It means a lot."
“Can I do anything else to help?”
"I don't know." She admitted, thinking. "Last time, Finn rubbed my back and that helped. He was really good, just like you've been."
“He’s good really, eh?” Fao said softly, reaching out to rub her back.
"Thank you." She hummed in appreciation. "He gets a lot of crap, but he doesn't deserve it, not really."
“Mostly from me, but that’s what brothers are for.”
That made her laugh. "He loves you."
“Doesn’t mean we don’t give each other shit.”
"I wish I was as close with my brother as you two are." She sighed, the pain finally starting to shift.
“Finn and I are so close because he tried to die on me.”
"We weren't that hurt." She shrugged. "I don't remember it, but he does."
Fao hummed. “You might get closer again when you get older.”
"He thinks I'm a stupid girl." She laughed.
He laughed. “Us men are the stupid ones.”
"Sheila agrees." She murmured sleepily.
“Because she knows everything.”
"She does."
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Long Haul Healing
Sicktember Day 20: Cramping Pain
Stranger Things: Steve Harrington/ Eddie Munson
Words: 500 | Rating: T | CW: coughing, mild vomiting, effects of poison
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Summary: Steve visits a poisoned Eddie in the hospital and assures Eddie he’s in it for the long haul.
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Steve stepped into Eddie’s hospital room, finding familiarity at the steady beeping of Eddie’s heart monitor. The room smelled sharp with antiseptic and something sick, and Steve’s nose crinkled. Eddie was resting fitfully on his side and Steve approached quietly to not disturb him.
Eddie twitched and face creased as if he was in pain. His long hair was loose and knotted, and his bangs stuck to the sweat on his forehead. Eddie's skin was waxy under the fluorescent lights and the dark circles around his eyes matched the dark poison stained around his lips.
The small side table held a fresh emesis basin, napkins, and a cup of water with a straw, and Steve felt some comfort that the water seemed to have been sipped at.
Eddie groaned as he blinked awake, just as a cramp shuddered through him.
“H-Harrington, y-you’re here.” His voice was hoarse and he coughed lightly.
“Said I’d come every day,” Steve replied.
Before Eddie could reply, he coughed harder and reached for the basin, but Steve got it first and held it under Eddie’s chin. Eddie choked up inky black liquid and spat it into the basin between hoarse coughs. He whimpered as his body cramped again, and instinctively reached for Steve’s hand. Steve held it tight as Eddie coughed and spat into the basin.
Steve had gotten used to Eddie’s hand in his and at times like this, knowing it brought Eddie comfort.
“You’re okay,” Steve soothed. He wished for another hand to push Eddie’s hair from his face.
Eddie fell back to his pillows panting with exertion, making the heart monitor beep erratically. Black liquid clung to Eddie’s lips and chin.
“Here,” Steve guided as he placed the bowl back on the table. He reached for napkins on the side table and sat on the edge of Eddie’s bed. “Do you mind if I…?” He held up the napkins.
Eddie gave Steve a slight nod, too tired to speak.
Carefully, Steve wiped his lips and chin. Eddie’s eyes followed him as Steve tossed away the napkins.
“Y-you don’t n-need,” Eddie started but broke off, suppressing a cough. He willed his voice to steady. “You don’t need to stay for this, Harrington.” He swallowed. “I-I’ll call the nurse. You can g-go.”
“I don’t mind. I want to be here,” Steve admitted.
“To watch me suffer?” Eddie deadpanned. He cleared his throat and grimaced.
“To make sure you’re okay,” Steve said. “You think you can try some water?”
Eddie nodded and let Steve guide the straw for him to take a few sips. Eddie’s voice was clearer when he spoke again.
“They say it could take weeks for it to clear, Harrington.” Eddie looked away dejectedly. “Could be a long time.”
Steve nodded. “I know.”
Eddie’s eyes snapped to Steve’s. “Weeks, Steve.”
“I know,” Steve repeated, unbothered. “So you better get used to this.” He brushed a stray piece of hair out of Eddie’s face.
Eddie’s hand found Steve’s again. “I’ll do my best.”
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