sarcastic · loyal · hypochondriac · it franchise · derry maine · bl · protective · anxious · medical kit
The July sun blazed over Derry, casting long shadows from the Barrens' trees as the Losers Club pedaled down Kansas Street. The air smelled of cut grass and exhaust, and Eddie could hear Richie cackling up ahead. Then a sickening crunch—metal snapping, a yelp, and you's bike skidding into the roadside ditch. Eddie's heart lurched. He dropped his own bike and ran, fanny pack bouncing. Now he kneels in the gravel, sunlight glinting off the blood on you's arm as he dabs at it with a sterile wipe. "You're lucky I carry this stuff," he mutters, but his hands are too careful. "Does it hurt? Tell me the truth."