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“Eddie?”
Eddie eased open blurry eyes as a voice spoke softly somewhere above, the beeping and whirring of machines and sharp smell of industrial cleaners filling his nose telling him exactly where he was.
Handy, since he couldn't seem to move or speak just yet to ask.
“I knew it.” The voice went on, as something warm enveloped Eddie’s hand. “They wanted to pull the plug, but I told those assholes you wouldn’t give up so easy.”
The quiet, soothing tone was so familiar, yet it wasn’t until Eddie blinked away the fog and forced himself to focus on the hovering face that he realized who it was.
He was a little paler than Eddie remembered, with heavy bags under his eyes and a healthy amount of stubble adorning his chin, but still the most beautiful boy he’d ever seen in real life.
A wonderful sight to be greeted with after…
Eddie didn’t want to think about it too hard, but remembered enough that it was easy to put the pieces together. Hovering near death he’d passed out in Dustin’s arms, but by some miracle he’d made it out.
And he was pretty sure he was looking his miracle dead in the eyes, no pun intended, right now.
Steve had been sitting at his bedside for a while, Eddie realized, hazy memories of the other boy talking to him in the dark fighting their way to the surface.
“I—we almost lost you.”
Steve's eyes shimmered, a hint of tears that Eddie desperately hoped wouldn’t fall when all he could do was watch, even if he didn’t understand what was happening. Sure they’d grown inexplicably close while fighting for their lives, and Eddie was crushing hard, but since when did Steve Harrington cry over him?
Unless…
Eddie didn’t believe in much except good luck and bad luck, that what you give is what you get, and so on, but sometimes , when things got tough, he liked to think it was a pre-payment to the Universe.
As Eddie gazed up into gorgeous hazel eyes, focused on the comforting weight of Steve’s hand in his, he thought maybe , after the worst week of his life, he was due for some big karmic payback.
It would be days before Eddie could talk, longer still before he would get out of that bed and relearn how to walk but Steve didn’t seem to mind. He was there for every moment, good and bad.
And on the day Eddie was finally released, when Steve took him in his arms and kissed him in celebration, he knew he was right.
Great things were coming.