Steve Harrington (themomfriend) wrote in chances_rpg, @ 2022-09-14 21:52:00 |
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The last thing Steve remembered before he found himself in...well where ever he was exactly was some vague plan to meet up at Eddie's trailer to see if there was a gate there that they could use to get back to real Hawkins. The whole thing was still just a huge mind fuck that he hadn't quite figured out yet. He had a whole new set of things to figure out. Like where the fuck was he, for starters.
He wasn't completely sure but he didn't recognize anything. Like at all. "Where the fu.." He winched and held his hand to his still bleeding side. Sure they'd patched him up a bit but he knew he would need more serious medical attention soon. Would these things get infected? He didn't even want to think about rabies. What if he got rabies? This was going to end so badly for him he just knew it.
Before he could get too far into what was sure to be his first official panic attack a group of official-looking people approached him. Should he run? They didn't look dangerous, but then again that wasn't always a good indicator. He couldn't run very far or very fast even if he'd tried anyway. He listened to what they had to say and by the end of their little spiel, someone had noticed the blood seeping through his bandage. He was soon shuffled into their vehicle and taken to a nearby clinic. He was left there, reception only being told which department should be billed for whatever he needed. He was taken back to a room, handed a clipboard and pen, and told to fill out all the information he knew. He looked the papers over and sighed. "Well, I know my name and birthday so that's something I guess."