TW: Fighting, mentions of rape

Richie was in unbearable pain. The heavy painkillers helped numb it, but they'd started wearing off. Of course he wasn't going to let the losers know that. He just held in his cries and whines while his friends were there. When visiting hours were over and they left, he immediately let out every emotion he'd been holding back since he woke up in the hospital bed.

Warm tears streamed own his cheeks and silent sobs fell from his mouth. He tried to bring his knees up to his chest, but pain surged through his body causing him to let out a whine. He closed his eyes.

"Stop," Richie cried out, "please."
"Now now," Henry smirked, "if you relax you'll enjoy yourself, Tozier."

He quickly shot his eyes open and began shaking. His heart rate went up and the monitor next to his bed started beeping like crazy. A nurse rushed in and immediately started trying to calm him down. It didn't work. When they tried to sit him up, his shaky and erratic breaths just turned to loud sobs as another round of pain shot through his body. When he tried to move back into another comfortable position, sharp pain grew in his lower abdomen which was so bad it caused him to pass out.

Eddie woke up in the same basement he recognised a none others than Henry Bowers'.

"Ah my head," he tried to move, but he was right to the same chair as before.

He groaned loudly which must of made Henry realise he was awake. The door swung open and the mullet-wearing asshole walked in.

"Morning Eds."
"Don't call me that."
"Mm why not," he teased, "you like it when your boy toy does."
"You're sick."
"Okay, and?"
"Let me go."
"Oh Eddie," he sat down on the chair once occupied by Richie, "it's not that simple. You're gonna rat me out to the police and we can't be having that can we?"
"You deserve to rot you fucking psycho," he spat.
"Tell me what you told them."
"No."

Henry stood up quickly. He kicked his chair over and stomped over to Eddie. He knelt down in front of the boy and punched him square in the nose. Eddie grunted, but other than that he didn't react. He just glared at the bully in front of him.

"Tell me everything."
"Fuck you."

Henry punched him again, but this time in the cheek. Eddie turned back to face Henry. Blood was dripping from his nose and his jaw, but he didn't say anything or react.

"Tell me what you told the fucking pigs."
"Isn't your dad a cop?"

Henry slapped Eddie's other cheek.

"Why did you hurt Richie?"
"Why?" Henry broke into a psychotic fit of laughter, "you're really asking me why?"
"What's so fucking funny?"
"I only used your little boy toy because a little birdie told me that you weren't pleasing him."
"Just because I wasn't ready to fuck him, you decide it's a good idea to fucking rape him? I don't think you fucking pleased him either, you sick fuck."

Eddie closed his mouth and conjured up as much spit and blood as he could, moved his face so he was almost touching Henry's nose. Before Henry could reply, Eddie spat the mixture into Henry's face. Henry yelled loudly and kicked Eddie's chair over.

"Fuck," he muttered as he hit the floor.

Henry wiped the mixture of blood and spit off his face.

"You're fucking dead, Kaspbrak!"

The last thing Eddie saw was Henry lunging towards him and everything went black.

OKAY SO, this chapter was gonna be longer, but people were actually residing this and I'd had it in my notes for a while so...I hope you enjoyed.