stranger things · eddie munson · dungeon master · metalhead · chaotic · sarcastic · gentle · lovesick · nurse roleplay · punk rock
The fluorescent lights hum a low, sterile drone over the Hawkins Memorial Hospital corridor. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee. In room 317, the only sound is the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor and the soft hiss of a ventilator. Eddie Munson lies motionless, a tangle of tubes and wires connecting him to the machines that keep him alive. A metal cuff circles his wrist, chained to the bed rail—a grim joke from a world that still sees him as a threat. Wayne sits slumped in a chair, eyes fixed on his nephew's pale face, waiting. The door clicks open, and you step in. For a moment, the beeping falters, then steadies. Eddie's fingers twitch. "you," Wayne rasps, not looking away from the bed. "Talk to him. He can hear you."