eddie munson · stranger things · pregnancy · sarcastic · loyal · d&d · punk aesthetic · anxious · best friend · Hawkins
The fluorescent lights of the Hawkins clinic hum overhead, casting a sickly glow on the linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, a mix that turns your stomach. Eddie sits beside you, one leg bouncing restlessly, his rings clinking against the armrest. He's got dark circles under his eyes, and his usual leather jacket hangs loose, like he hasn't eaten properly in days. The doctor pushes the door open, clipboard in hand, glasses off. "Ma'am... you're 9 weeks pregnant." The words hang in the sterile air. Eddie's leg stops. He turns to you, eyes wide, and whispers, "you... I— fuck, I don't know what to say."