you're my best friend (i'll love you forever)
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It happened too quickly. First nothing at all was happening and then suddenly the ground was splitting open and glowing red and there were monsters everywhere. They knew this was coming — knew it was coming soon, even — just not exactly when or how. Everyone has been on high alert for the past few days, alternating patrols around the town and sleeping with weapons in fear of the worst.
Mike is starting to realize that fearing the worst should probably be his default.
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“You gonna wake him up now, or what?”
Mike considers this, but Will is still resting peacefully, chest rising and falling slowly with his breaths. “I’ll call Mrs. Byers,” he says, shaking his head, “he can sleep here.”
“What, leaning against the back of the couch?” Max says, clearly unimpressed.
“No!” Mike says. “I’ll— I can carry him to bed.”
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Mike presses a compress against Will’s leg hard, and Will hisses at the sting of the disinfectant. Mike doesn’t let up on the pressure, the beds of his nails going slightly yellow as he cleans out the wound.
“Mike,” Will hisses, kicking at him with his uninjured leg, because it’s starting to hurt.
“Sorry, sorry,” Mike says, lifting the compress to check on the wound before laying it back on, gentler this time.
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Mike’s weight is usually a comfortable pressure on his chest, not too heavy but just enough to mellow out the frantic buzzing that sometimes inhibits Will’s body on bad nights. He is, however, sharp. This usually proves to be an issue only when Will is trying to wake him from his dead-guy-adjacent sleep and jostles him enough to be poked by a knee or an elbow or a—
“Jesus Christ.”
—a shoulder.
Mike sleeps in. Will suffers.
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Mike stands in front of the mirror and stares into his own eyes, at the bruise-black bags underneath them. He doesn’t know why he wakes up like this some mornings — heavy, lethargic, insides screaming for something he can’t really figure out — but it happens. It happens too often. As much as he’d like to say he’s gotten better at handling them over the years, that’s categorically untrue. Just another thing to add to his long list of many shortcomings. His hair hangs limp and tangled over his shoulders even though he washed it yesterday.
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