𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴 ~ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Three: 
You
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Ramona groaned, resting her head against the cold red wall, her eyes falling shut as she shakily reached her hand up to brush against her bruised neck. A silent whimper left her lips as she brought her knee up to her chest, counting her breaths as she let her mind wander. She hadn't seen the state she was in, but based on how she felt, Ramona could tell that she didn't look good. Because the drugs she had been given had finally worn off, Ramona felt the pain of every injury she'd been given. Every last inch of her body seemed to be aching in pain, screaming for relief. But she knew, deep down, that the battle wasn't over yet. So neither was she. 

In the stall beside her, Steve's eyes fell onto her shoes peeking from under the stall. Cracking a weak smile, he reached under and poked ankle to get her attention. Ramona peeled her eyes open, looking down at the hand poking out from the space. A smile ghosted her face as she rested her hand in his, smiling as he interlocked their fingers. Because of the awkward angle, it was slightly uncomfortable for Ramona, but she didn't mind it. 

"The ceiling stopped spinning for me." Robin's voice broke her out of her trance. "Is it still spinning for you?"

Steve knitted his eyebrows together, looking up towards the ceiling. Ramona shook her head to herself, muttering a weak no.

"Holy shit." Steve muttered, shaking his head. "No. Do you think we puked it all up?"

Ramona nodded to herself, "Probably." 

Her voice came out hoarse, the pain in her throat spiking as she squeezed her eyes shut. Robin spread out her arms beside her, "Maybe. Ask me something. Interrogate me."

Ramona's lips curved into a small smile at her fake Russian accent. "Pretty good."

"Okay, interrogate you. Sure." Steve nodded, shifting his position but keeping a firm hold on Ramona's hand. "When was the last time... you, uh, peed your pants?"

"What the fuck.." Ramona whispered, rolling her eyes. "Weirdo."

Steve scoffed, shaking his head. "Oh, come on. When was it?"

Ramona shook her head, her shoulders shaking with a quiet laugh. "Like.. I don't know."

"Today." Robin answered with a giggle, "When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw."

"Oh, my God." Steve laughed.

"It was just a little bit, though!"

"Yeah, it's definitely still in her system." Steve said as Ramona hummed in agreement.

"Okay, all right." Robin interrupted Steve's laughter. "My turn."

"Okay," Steve said, "Hit me."

"Have you..." Robin's voice trailed off as she ran her fingers through her hair, "Ever been in love?"

"Jonathan Byers." Ramona muttered, shaking her head as she looked down at her tattered tennis shoes. "8th grade and freshman year. We were just better friends, I'm over him."

Steve felt a pang of jealousy hit his heart at the thought of Ramona ever being in love with him, even if it ended three years ago. He cleared his throat, haking his head to rid himself of his jealous thoughts. "Yup. Nancy Wheeler. First semester of senior year... boom."

Steve mimicked a gunshot going off as Ramona sighed, squeezing his hand before pulling away from him and standing up carefully. She left the stall, keeping her face hidden from Steve as she joined Robin in her stall, sliding down the wall and sitting next to her. Robin hummed in acknowledgment as she processed Steve's words.