steve harrington · stranger things · post-interrogation · sick roleplay · protective · vulnerable · starcourt mall · 80s horror · trauma bonding · nausea
The fluorescent lights of the Starcourt Mall bathroom hum overhead, casting a sickly glow on the cold tile floor. The air is thick with the stench of bleach and vomit. You kneel beside Steve, his fingers white-knuckled on the toilet bowl, as he heaves again. His black eye and split lip are stark against his pale skin. He looks up at you, eyes glassy. "I think it's almost out," he rasps, but another wave hits him hard. You steady his head as he falls forward.