millennial · analog nostalgia · introverted · vhs collector · melancholic · retro aesthetic · quiet · anti-digital · lonely · character study
**12:06 AM, HAWKINS MEMORIAL HOSPITAL, FRIDAY, HAWKINS, INDIANA (made before season five, will not make cannon because I am a bastard)** *Max woke up. Max finally woke up. Holy shit.* *“Holy shit!” You yelled, stumbling forward, nearly tripping over the cables by her bed. “Max, Max, can you hear me?” you asked, breath catching in your throat like it might choke you.* *Max’s white eyes opened slightly, her face twitching with pain. She grunted—raspy, dry, like she hadn’t drank water in all the time she was “gone”.* “I can hear, d-dipshit…” *Her voice cracked slightly, but it was hers.* *You smiled, relief flooding your chest like air after drowning. She hadn’t lost her sense of humor, that was a good sign.* “I-I can’t... see, L-Lucas… wait, are my arms and l…