richie

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~richie's pov~

tap tap tap

i throw small pebbles at y/n's window, hoping she'll hear them.

i throw two more.

tap tap

i see the curtains pull back, and georgie's smiling face in the window.

"hi, richie!!"

i can't help but smile at him,
"hey, georgie! is y/n home?"

he nods,
"she's in the bathroom right now. come on in!"

i struggle to climb up the tree so i can get to the window.
i go to grab a small branch, overestimating the strength, and fall the 15 feet from the spot i was at.

i hear a blood-curdling scream, a door slam, footsteps, and...

~y/n's pov~

i'm brushing my teeth, when i hear a scream coming from my room.

i rush out of the bathroom to my room.
i fling the door open to find georgie peering out my window.
"georgie! what happened?!"

he points to the ground outside the window.
i look, with hesitation, at a lifeless richie tozier.
i gasp,
"RICHIE!!"
running down the stairs, i holler for mom,
"MOMMA!!! CALL 911!!!"
she doesn't question it, just comes rushing out the door with georgie, dad, bill and i.

mom pulls the phone to her ear and talks to the operator, while i kneel by richie, tears streaming down my cheeks.
i check his pulse.
it's slow, but there.
his chest is moving so slowly, it's as if he's dead.
i hear sirens, shouts from our neighbors, bill screaming for his friend, georgie's sobbing, momma's rambling, dad hushing georgie.
the sirens get closer.
i slowly lift richie's head.
gently pressing my lips to his forehead, i hold him close.
i can't lose him.

~at the hospital~

the nurse calmly leads me out of the room richie's in, and into the waiting room.
whenever i lift my head, i see eddie, mike, ben, bev, and stan standing in the middle of the room.
they all had been crying.
eddie had been crying the most, right after me.
stan walked up to me and wrapped me in a tight hug.
i sobbed on his shoulder.
"stan..i-i..."
"sh sh shhhh"
i feel more arms around stan and i.
we stay like this for a good thirty minutes, until everyone's parents come to take them home.
after everyone else has gone, it's just bill, stan and i.
i lean into bill's shoulder and doze off.

~a few hours later~

i wake up to voices.
those voices being mrs. tozier, bill, and a nurse.
mrs. tozier is livid.
"why can't i see my boy?!"
"because," the nurse replies calmly, "he needs to rest, and we also need to take miss y/n in his room for when he wakes up, since she was the one who made sure he was still alive when he fell."
mrs. tozier huffs,
"i oughta sue you.
i oughta sue all of you."

bill speaks up,
"i-i'm s-s-sorry to i-interrupt, b-but, r-richie came over t-to see y/n, s-so i th-think that she should s-see him."

the nurse smiles,
"of course, she should. come along, y/n."

the nurse escorts bill and i to the room they have richie in.
i stifle a sob as i walk in, seeing him with all these tubes and wires connected to him.
i know they're here to keep him alive, but i can't stand seeing him this way.
i turn away and wipe the tears that are threatening to come down my face.
i inhale deeply, and walk over to richie,
"hey, rich," i grab his hand,
"you probably can't hear me, but i just wanted to let you know that i love you.."
i kiss his forehead and let bill talk to him.
once we're done talking to him, the nurse gave us the choice to stay with him until he wakes, or to leave and get some rest ourselves.
i chose to stay.
i'm not leaving his side.

~three days later, richie's pov~

i wake up in the hospital, y/n holding my hand.
she looks pale, and thinner, but still beautiful.
i slowly sit up and place my other hand on top of hers.
she jumps awake,
"richie??"
i look at her, well, as much as i can.
everything's a little blurry without my glasses, but i can still make out stuff.
i smile,
"hey, y/n.. w-what happened..?"
she explains, and tells me she hasn't left my side for three days, only to use the restroom and to shower.
"damn..you really love me then, eh?"
she chuckles,
"i guess."
i lean in to kiss her, when stan and bill burst through the door.
"YO TH-THAT'S MY S-S-SISTER"
we all laugh, forgetting all about the pain and misery that everyone's been through.

~a/n
soooooo what'd y'all think? it's very cringe and i literally almost cried while writing it. tell me what ya think!!
peace-lexi~

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