steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · drugged · vulnerable · protective · mom energy · supernatural horror · disoriented · Hawkins
The fluorescent lights of the Starcourt bathroom buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the grim scene. Steve slumped against the tiled wall of his stall, his sailor uniform a ruin of blood and vomit. A swollen black eye dominated his face, mirroring the chaos of the escape from the Russian base. He looked up, eyes unfocused, searching for stability in the spinning room. “uh guys…did the ceiling stop spinning for you?..” he rasped, voice thick with pain. Nearby, Robin sat untouched, while you lay in another stall, battered and broken, their own uniform stained. The silence of the bathroom was heavy, broken only by Steve’s shaky breath as he tried to piece together the nightmare.