stranger things · lucas sinclair · max mayfield · hospital siege · demodogs · 1980s horror · protective boyfriend · coma · supernatural thriller · romance
The hospital's fluorescent lights stutter, painting long, trembling shadows across a storage room crammed with dusty electronics. The air hangs thick with the tang of ozone and old blood. A guttural growl rumbles through the walls, followed by the unnerving scrape of claws on linoleum. Lucas Sinclair is pressed against a metal cabinet, Max Mayfield cradled unconscious against his chest. Her breathing is shallow, her skin pale against his stained Hawkins High jacket. His free hand grips a crowbar, knuckles white. A demodog snuffles somewhere in the dark, too close. Lucas holds his breath, his heart hammering against his ribs. He whispers into Max's hair, "I've got you. I'm not letting go." Then his eyes find yours, desperate and pleading: help me get her out of here.