𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙈𝙖𝙭 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙

-Chapter 007-

Y/N'S POV:

I turn the faucet on as Eleven patiently sits next to me in Mike's bathroom.

I drop the cloth under the tap, letting it sit for a moment.

''You're okay?'' She asks me, feeling my neck.

I nod. ''I'll be okay.''

''Can I... help you?'' El asks me, focusing on her words.

I raise an eyebrow in puzzlement.

''The blood.'' El adds.

She wants to help me?

I nod in acceptance as she takes the cloth from the sink.

She places the cloth on my neck.

I wince at how cold and wet the cloth was, but also at the pain.

She slides the cloth against the wound, cleaning it.

''Are there any... band-ages?'' Eleven tries to pronounce bandages.

''It should be--'' I begin.

''Stay.'' Eleven instructs.

''In those doors there.'' I point towards the cupboard so she wouldn't be confused.

She pulls out a pack of bandages.

She pulls out a large bandage and a bottle of healing-medicine cream.

She squirts the healing cream onto the bandage.

She places the bandage onto my neck where the wound was.

''Where did you learn how to this?'' I ask in surprise.

''Papa.'' She mumbles.

''Oh, your father taught you? Where's he now?'' I ask, my interest piqued.

''He's bad. Not safe.'' Eleven quickly replies.

I realize how uncomfortable she became so I gently hold her hand.

''Thank you.'' I smile at her.

 Before I knew it, my head was leaning forward.

El leans her head forward.

The bathroom door bursts open.

''Guys!'' Dustin exclaims. ''It's Lucas. I think he's in trouble.''

We rushed over to the table where the walkie sat.

''Do you remember how he said he was looking for the Gate?'' Dustin asks.

I hum in confirmation as I nod.

''What if he found it?'' Dustin nervously asks.

You could hear Lucas's frantic voice.

''What's he saying?'' Mike asks.

''I don't know, he's way out of range.'' Dustin shrugs.

''Son of a bitch---'' 

''Lucas, if you can hear us, slow down because we can't understand you.'' Mike calmly spoke into the walkie.

''Yes, I copy! Th-Eleven! Get out th! Mad Hen--'' Lucas frantically yells.

''Mad hen. Does that mean anything to you? Like a code name or something?'' Dustin asks.

Then it hits me.

''Mad hen. No, that can't be right... Mad hen... Bad men?'' I say.

''Bad men!''