Alright part 2 and shout outs! Yay!

Shout-outs:

Phieillydinyia: What I wrote kinda made me laugh too Lmao and I'm working on it I promise writers block sort of… lol enjoy chapter 2!

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Now onto part 2!

Eleven pushed through the wide, white doors of the hospital. Looking around the waiting room finding people sitting in chairs, magazines clutched tightly in their hands while others had blankets curled around their bodies, slouched in the leather chairs.

However, she didn't see Mike. Finding more doors, seeming to her access. Eleven ran, and she didn't stop when she heard the calls of Hopper's voice, she didn't even take notice of the woman screaming for her to stop. El looked through every window, examining everyone's features but finding no Mike.

It wasn't long before she started to scream, catching many eyes as she cried out for him. Her head turning rapidly as she looked around, ignoring the questioning gazes.

"Mike?! Mike! MIKE!"

Eleven didn't hesitate when they finally reached the hospital, after dropping off Billy at the police station and listening to the chief dish out charges, Eleven had grown more anxious when Hopper, Max, and herself loaded into the car. She knew Max was coming with, really, she had no idea why. Unless Max knows her friends. Were you even supposed to share the people you love? She didn't want to share Mike or her friends, to be honest, she really had no idea if she should or not. Would it be rude to keep people to yourself?

Suddenly she got lost in the abyss of her mind, ignoring everything around her. Her mind wandering to the incident she had seen her friends in, to what she would expect to see at the hospital. Yet, her mind had helped her, leading to her to a certain door. Suddenly, the world behind her disappeared as she pushed open the door, the doctors acting like she wasn't even there. She headed towards the bed and glancing at the quickly pacing doctors and nurses.

"What is happening?" She mumbled, the people not hearing a single word. Her eyes darted to a screen, the line running flat as the annoying, continues beeping sound was heard. What does that mean? Deciding to speak up again, she looked at another man, maybe he might hear her. "Why is it making that sound? What does this mean?" Again, she received no verbal answer but more of a visual one. A white cloth covering his body fully as the doctor pulled out the plugs. Their facial expressions explained everything.

Mike was gone.

She had lost her Mike, forever.

The powerful girl ran out from the room, her eyes shut tightly as she pushed open the door before letting out another ear piercing scream before her eyelids opened, showing her brown colored eyes.

Instead of finding the familiar hallway of the hospital, she notices how the soft feeling of cushion met her butt, the rumble of an engine echoing in her ears as she looked at the redhead and her papa beside her. The busy parking lot lined with cars, leading to the large building, black letters line on the roof, spelling out "Hawkin's Hospital".

El didn't know what to feel, her mind had tricked her to believe that she was already there, that Mike had died and she never got to say goodbye. What about Dustin and Lucas, she never even got to see them either. Yet, she was finally here and that image could have been just created by fear which meant Mike may still have a chance at living!

Once Hopper pulled the keys out from the ignition, the nameless redhead hopped out, leaving the door open for Eleven to crawl out while Jim got out from the other side, the three not wasting any time to enter the hospital and to the all familiar waiting room that Eleven had seen in her mind.

"Wait here," Hopper ordered gently as Max sat in a chair while Eleven stepped up to Hopper.

"But my friends." She mumbled, the lady behind the desk waiting for their conversation to end.

"I know, just please wait," Hopper added and gestured for Eleven to sit, which she did. He turned back to the lady, her smile present as he leaned on the counter, talking lightly. Since she really couldn't hear the words Jim and the lady spoke, Eleven just watched as their lips moved, Hopper glancing back at Eleven, making slight eye contact.

"So, how do you know them?" Max said, easing the silence. Eleven looked at the girl, her eyes almost boring into her soul.

"They helped me," Eleven said simply without telling what actually they all went through. She didn't fully trust this girl and really, no one needed to know about anything. Besides, people would be in danger like Hopper had told her. So, her knowledge of everything was out of the question. "My friends." She said once again.

"Oh," Back to the uncomfortable silence, the two girls avoided eye contact, Max thinking about the two words that this curly haired girl had said. Friends. Max really didn't have any friends, not here. Thinking about it, she was actually getting used to having the four stalkers in her life and smiled at how amusing they are. Also, if they were friends with her, Max would be surprised because she had never seen this other girl around which was weird. If she and the little nerd gang were friends, then where was she? Maybe if Max got to know her, she could get all the answers to her questions. "I'm Max," Max said.

Eleven glanced back at her. "El," She mumbled. Before Max could ask what it was short for, Hopper headed to the seats and sitting in the open seat beside Max. El leaned forward in her chair, getting a good look at him. "Can I see them?"

"Each family is visiting them right now. I want to give them some time with their children before we barge in."

"Are they alive?" Max interrupted. "At least okay?"

"Yes. Dustin has to go into surgery, Lucas just needs stitches and Mike needs help breathing until he can do it on his own. So, they'll be in for a little bit." As Hopper explained their condition, he noticed the Wheeler family heading out from the doors, the parent's eyes catching Hopper's causing them to change their direction to him. Nancy caught sight of Eleven, gasping quietly as she looked away.

"Hopper," Mrs. Wheeler said.

"Are you here to tell me that I-"

"You better have that son of a bitch!" She cursed. Hopper nodded, giving her a confirmed answer. "Good," she spat. "Thank you." And she left with her family. After watching the family leave and ignoring the glances El had received by Nacy, the young girl stood from her chair and looked firmly at Hopper. His single nod had made Eleven's lips twitch into a small smile.

"Room 242!" Hopper yelled as she ran off, Max staying behind before she faced anyone, thinking most of it was her fault.

El didn't know what to think when she saw the exact door that Hopper said to find, the one holding Mike inside. She traced the numbers painted on the wall and mumbled them quietly before pushing open the door and walking slowly into the room, a monitor beeping steadily as the sounds of his deep breaths being helped with a small clear mask over his nose and mouth.

Eleven sighed as she got a clear view of him. His still body being supported by a bed and his hands lying at his sides. His arms painted in scratches and large bruises. His face not looking any better. Luckily a chair was already perfectly placed by his bedside so when she sat on it, her hand grabbed his. The cold feeling chilling her bones.

"Hi Mike," She said softly. "It's been so long. I heard everything and I'm okay, but you're not. I'm sorry Mike, I miss you." She played with his fingers, her eyes watering as she looked at the clear mask covering his kissable lips. At least her fantasy was nothing more than a nightmare. He was alive and he was going to get better. Yet, he wasn't waking, he wasn't helping her.

Her fingers slipped between his, the feeling bringing more comfort to her. She hasn't seen him in so long and it broke her, it killed her. Stabbing her every day, the feeling of missing him acted as the knife. Seeing him in the void but not being able to touch him, not being able to hold him close and tell him that she was there and was okay had torn her to shreds, the deep claws of loneliness was mentally scarring her. However, those scars started fading slowly as she saw the rise and fall of his chest in person, her hand caressing his wild hair.

With him, she felt like she was healing, she felt like he was the medicine to her problems.

A certain soft moan and pulled Eleven from her thoughts, her fingers being felt by his own as his eyes fluttered open.

To her, it looked like Mike had no idea what to expect when he woken. Clear signs of wincing at the pain and his slight panic at the sight of the hospital room. However, when his eyes drifted in her direction, the weakness that was there was suddenly replaced with shock and happiness despite the condition he was in currently.

"Hi, Mike," Eleven said, this time not mumbling like she usually does, instead, her voice was clear and was able to be heard. She was greeted with a warm smile. He couldn't really communicate clearly, the mask muffling his voice, besides, his voice was like guttural moans so talking was out of the question especially when it hurt to even yawn.

His fingers laced with her's as she smiled happily, leaning closer to him, her eyes watering.

"I missed you." His whispered voice echoed. Realizing that he should at least say a few things, even though he didn't like the fact of how stupid he had sounded. Eleven smiled, her tears wetting her cheeks.

"You're hurt." Mike couldn't say anything. He really hadn't tried to get hurt. He wanted to enjoy Halloween by trick-or-treating with his friends but he'd be spending time in the hospital. The young boy simply nodded and took a deep breath, his chest burning. "I don't like it when you are hurt," Eleven mumbles.

Michael chuckled and squeezed her hand, loving the feeling. "Me-me neither."

"Mike." The said boy turned his focus from the plain wall to her, smiling as she caressed his arm. "Do you love me?" She said. Learning really what love meant when it wasn't her family.

"Of course I do! Do you love me?" He said with a quiet laugh.

"Yes," Eleven said happily.

"Promise?" He added with a smile. Eleven nodded and kissed his forehead.

"Promise."

Rough ending guys. Sorry, just a lot on my mind throughout the process of writing this…. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this little book and look out for another chapter of Why Him. Maybe I may re write the book because I did no planning what so ever XD. Maybe I might do one shots.

OH DID I SCARE YOU IN THE BEGINNING!?

WONDERLAND OUT!