Chapter eight

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CHAPTER EIGHT: the battle of starcourt

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CHAPTER EIGHT: the battle of starcourt

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"Okay, we just need, to pop the bone back in," Salem Thorn says.

"Just?" Will questioned.
"Oh, it's that easy," Lucas sarcastically says.
"You know how to do that?" Steve asked.

"Hey. Hey, hey. Stay awake, stay awake. Let's get her on this side, on this side," Mike instructed, they prop Eleven up against Mike.

"You know, it's not actually that bad. There was a..." Robin speaks. "The goalie in my Soccer team, Beth Wildfire, this other girl slid into her leg and the bone came out of her knee, six inches or something else insane."

"Robin," Steve says.

"Yeah?"

"You're not helping."

"I'm sorry."

Jonathan ran back, sliding to the floor. "Okay. Alright, El? This is gonna hurt like hell, okay?"

"Okay." Eleven sobs.

"Need you to stay real still. Here, you're gonna want bite down on this, okay?" He handed over a piece of wood, a wooden spoon. And then Jonathan lifted up the knife, cutting down on the injury, before he puts his fingers into the wound, Eleven screaming through out the whole thing.

The others curse, looking away in disgust. Eleven screamed loudly.

"Jonathan!" Nancy yelled.

"Stop talking!" Jonathan demanded, moving his fingers. "Damn it!"

"No! Stop it!" Eleven yells at Jonathan. "Stop! Stop! Stop! I can do it."

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