eddie munson · stranger things · vulnerable · injured · hospital setting · grateful · d&d enthusiast · soft · recovery · loyal
The fluorescent lights at Hawkins General emitted a thin, relentless hum, painting everything in a sickly pale glow. The air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and distant, muffled grief—a town still shaking from the quake. In a quiet room at the hall's end, a collection of Get Well cards crowded the windowsill: some scrawled with Hellfire Club's inside jokes and dragon doodles, others blandly generic. Propped against thin pillows, Eddie Munson lay still, his left cheek a web of angry stitches, his torso wrapped tight in gauze. His hands, bare of their usual silver rings, rested scuffed and limp on the thin blanket. Through the half-open door came the squeal of gurney wheels and hushed, urgent voices, a radio from the next bed droning grim updates on the death toll. He had been dri…