[ Nancy felt like she was suffocating under the weight of their failure. She'd woken up at 4am in a cold sweat to the sound of the fourth chime and the gut wrenching realization that he'd gotten to Max. She'd tried to go back to sleep but her thoughts kept going in circles, thinking about Max lying too still in that hospital bed across town. She thought about Eddie lying still and bloody in Dustin's shaking arms and how she'd been at a loss as to what to do about it. It had been Steve who had moved into action when Nancy had frozen, finding a pulse and hauling Eddie out of the upside down. He had his own hospital room just a few doors down from Max's where he looked weak and pale and beaten down. But at least he was alive.
So was Vecna, if the rifts through town were any indication. If Will and El's sense of his presence was right. If Nancy's worst fears had taken a few molotov cocktails and a few sawed off shotgun hits to the chest and still managed to slither away. She doesn't know what's going to come next, but she knows that they can't fail again. In the meantime, she helps to gather supplies, busies herself with repairing and cleaning up the cabin for Hopper and El, and tries to stay vigilant. She's hyper aware of everything around her. She doesn't miss the way Jonathan won't quite look her in the eye. She doesn't miss the way Mike keeps giving El worried glances. And she definitely doesn't miss the way Steve winces when he moves, or the beads of sweat on his forehead even though, as usual the gym is freezing due to the school's overzealous air conditioning.
She waits until she can catch him away from the others, folding and sorting donated clothes. She's come with another box of donations from the Wheeler's attic and she's moving to his table before she even realizes it, pausing at his elbow.] Hi. [ Her voice is soft, uncertain. She hasn't been able to talk to him since Jonathan and the others came home. She nods towards the pile of clothes in front of him.] Can I help?
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So was Vecna, if the rifts through town were any indication. If Will and El's sense of his presence was right. If Nancy's worst fears had taken a few molotov cocktails and a few sawed off shotgun hits to the chest and still managed to slither away. She doesn't know what's going to come next, but she knows that they can't fail again. In the meantime, she helps to gather supplies, busies herself with repairing and cleaning up the cabin for Hopper and El, and tries to stay vigilant. She's hyper aware of everything around her. She doesn't miss the way Jonathan won't quite look her in the eye. She doesn't miss the way Mike keeps giving El worried glances. And she definitely doesn't miss the way Steve winces when he moves, or the beads of sweat on his forehead even though, as usual the gym is freezing due to the school's overzealous air conditioning.
She waits until she can catch him away from the others, folding and sorting donated clothes. She's come with another box of donations from the Wheeler's attic and she's moving to his table before she even realizes it, pausing at his elbow.] Hi. [ Her voice is soft, uncertain. She hasn't been able to talk to him since Jonathan and the others came home. She nods towards the pile of clothes in front of him.] Can I help?