He was almost nodding off in the chair when he heard the kid wake up, a startled panic of a wake too. He sat up swiftly, grunting as he did. Lord, radiation burns were the worst. He moved, seeing the boy fall back again, crying.
He moved to stand, growling as he did. His arm ached and he didn't bring the sling he should be wearing. "Hey..." he spoke, voice cracking as he tried it. He cleared his throat.
"Hey, you're okay. Max just went home to sleep. She's okay." He said, covering all his bases. The Help, please, twisted at his heart though. He moved to reach for the pitcher of water beside the bed, pouring a glass wit ha straw and bringing it over to him. "Here, kid. Take a small sip."
The voice above him cuts through the panic and he stares up the burned face of the Chief of Police. How he finds the strength to reach up, he has no idea, but he grips Hopper's wrist while he holds the cup up near his face.
He takes a brief sip and chokes, coughing and wincing before taking another sip to soothe the throat. Max is safe. Max was here and now she's at home, resting. She was safe.
He holds the cup still, trying not to wince at the grab. At least he had the strength to move. He lets him get the choking and coughing out, and he gets in another sip. "Good." He says softly, moving back to take a look around the room.
"I had one of these too. It's a morphine drip. Just... one.. moment." He said, reaching for a button. It was set up so the patient could hit a button and a small amount will be put through the IV. It wouldn't allow more than a small amount an hour, but it would help. He pushed the button and it honestly should help in a moment.
He then reached to push the nurse call light. "Everything should hurt, after what you went through. Just lay back and stay calm. This should hit you soon." Hopper was off it himself, doing better without the need of constant medication.
It takes approximately forty-five seconds for the morphine to hit Billy's system and he's able to relax back into the bed, his grip on Hopper's wrist loosening into a soft old, more like he's afraid to let go as opposed to an outlet for pain.
"Don't leave me. Please... please... stay. I don't want to be alone."
He relaxes a bit watching the boy relax, settling back in the bed again. His wrist still held, though softer now. He didn't try to take his hand back either, leaving the other with the life line there.
He did shift back to sit down again, being at bed level with the other. He was tired and hurting as well, but not as bad as Billy had to be.
"I'm not going anywhere. Wanted to make sure someone was here if you woke up. I'd be pretty lousy to leave now. Just waiting for a nurse to come check on you."
Billy turns his head just enough so that he can Hopper when he's sitting and he doesn't let go of his wrist. The worst of the pain has lowered into a more bearable level and instead it's just an ache that covers his whole body.
He doesn't let go when the nurse comes in either, checks him over and confirms that he's healing alright but that they'll need to keep an eye on that stitch that's come loose from him jolting awake.
She gives him another dose and he feels the drowsiness kick in. And then she leaves them, giving Hopper a firm warning to rest on her way out.
Hopper lifted a hand of surrender to the nurse as she gave him his warning. "I'm resting, I'm resting." He said in defense, and as she left he leaned forward, resting his busted arm on the edge of the bed, letting the young man keep his wrist.
"Truth be told, I don't want to be alone either. Its too silent in the hospital at night." He complained, leaning there to look at the other laying in the bed. "You got to take it easy. Can't go busting more stitches now."
Billy takes the Chief in. He looks like hell and Billy wonders what exactly he faced and how much of a part he played in it. Was he to blame for what happened to him? He doesn't remember seeing Jim at the Mall when he'd been trying to hand Eleven over to the Mind Flayer and then fighting to stop it.
His face is burned at the side, and he's pretty scarred up. The doctor says most of it will heal but the radiation was bad. So whos knows. He just has to take his time and heal.
When the boy asked him if he did it, Jim reached to his own face to touch, softly, shaking his head no. "Russians." he said simply, but then explained. "Russians did this to all of us. Even you."
"That doesn't make any sense." He doesn't remember any Russians. He'd seen a lot over the last week but he didn't recall seeing any Russians. Monsters and death and kids with super powers but no Russians.
"They opened up a hole to let these things in." Jim said softly. He assumed that was what got Billy too. That something got out and got him. "They've been testing something deep down under the mall and it's been letting these... things out."
Again he assumed that's got to be what happened to Billy too. Something found him.
"I was... It was the old steel factory. That's where he got me." Billy relaxes back into the hospital bed and let's out a soft sigh, eyes falling closed for a moment. Even with the meds, there's still a dull ache underneath that covers his whole body.
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He moved to stand, growling as he did. His arm ached and he didn't bring the sling he should be wearing. "Hey..." he spoke, voice cracking as he tried it. He cleared his throat.
"Hey, you're okay. Max just went home to sleep. She's okay." He said, covering all his bases. The Help, please, twisted at his heart though. He moved to reach for the pitcher of water beside the bed, pouring a glass wit ha straw and bringing it over to him. "Here, kid. Take a small sip."
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He takes a brief sip and chokes, coughing and wincing before taking another sip to soothe the throat. Max is safe. Max was here and now she's at home, resting. She was safe.
"Hurts. Everything hurts."
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"I had one of these too. It's a morphine drip. Just... one.. moment." He said, reaching for a button. It was set up so the patient could hit a button and a small amount will be put through the IV. It wouldn't allow more than a small amount an hour, but it would help. He pushed the button and it honestly should help in a moment.
He then reached to push the nurse call light. "Everything should hurt, after what you went through. Just lay back and stay calm. This should hit you soon." Hopper was off it himself, doing better without the need of constant medication.
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"Don't leave me. Please... please... stay. I don't want to be alone."
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He did shift back to sit down again, being at bed level with the other. He was tired and hurting as well, but not as bad as Billy had to be.
"I'm not going anywhere. Wanted to make sure someone was here if you woke up. I'd be pretty lousy to leave now. Just waiting for a nurse to come check on you."
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He doesn't let go when the nurse comes in either, checks him over and confirms that he's healing alright but that they'll need to keep an eye on that stitch that's come loose from him jolting awake.
She gives him another dose and he feels the drowsiness kick in. And then she leaves them, giving Hopper a firm warning to rest on her way out.
"Thank you. I don't... I don't want to be alone."
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"Truth be told, I don't want to be alone either. Its too silent in the hospital at night." He complained, leaning there to look at the other laying in the bed. "You got to take it easy. Can't go busting more stitches now."
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"Did I do that?" He points at his face weakly.
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When the boy asked him if he did it, Jim reached to his own face to touch, softly, shaking his head no. "Russians." he said simply, but then explained. "Russians did this to all of us. Even you."
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"What do Russians have to do with... him?"
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Again he assumed that's got to be what happened to Billy too. Something found him.
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"What stopped it?"