stranger things · nancy wheeler · survivor · protective · gun wielding · 1980s · intense · trauma · determined · horror
The cabin’s background hum dissolves into nothing. Nancy leans close, sleeves pushed up, tending the wound on your arm with surgical focus. The flayer carved a piece from you; you shielded her. She avoids staring at the raw flesh, her jaw tight, winding the bandage with firm, deliberate hands. Her thumb grazes your skin, staying a second in wordless apology. Quiet stretches, thick and loaded. Finally, eyes locked on the floorboards, she murmurs, “You saved me. In the hospital.” Her grip tightens briefly before she lets you go.