Yoooooo wassup guys! I've brought you another chap, and let me just say: I'm evil XD

Trigger Warnings: blood and that kinda shit.

Disclaimer: I don't own IT.

3rd Person

"Where's your boyfriend, faggot? Guess he left you for someone better, It probably wasn't that hard!" Henry Bowers exclaimed, laughing at Eddie. Patrick and Belch got on with side of him, preventing Eddie from escaping. Henry shoved Eddie roughly, and he flew back into the lockers. Henry picked him up by the collar, and held Eddie up to his height. "This is gonna be fun." He whispered. Eddie's eyes widened.

They dragged him outside, and took him to the woods near the barrens. Eddie heard the unmistakable click of Henry's pocket knife, and he tensed. They wouldn't- would they? Henry brought the knife close to Eddie's neck, signaling to Patrick and Belch to hold him still.

"I want to make sure you never forget who I am." Henry stated, smiling evilly. He brought the knife down into the soft pink flesh of Eddie's skin, making him cry out. The blood pooled in the crevice of his neck, flowing down his chest and staining his shirt. It mixed with tears falling from his cheeks, the salt stinging the cut. Henry cut in again, carving a H into Eddie's neck. Eddie let out an ear-piercing scream when he cut in to the already painful spot.

"H-hey! L-leave him-m alone!" Bill shouted.

"W-what a-are y-you g-gonna do a-about it?" Henry mocked. Bill's ears turned red, but he didn't have to say anything. The rest of the losers jumped out of the bushes, having heard Eddie's screaming, they wanted to investigate.

"You heard him, leave Eddie alone!" Mike yelled. Richie stepped forward, seething with rage.

"GET THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW!" He roared, his pace quickening until he was sprinting. Henry and his goons jumped back, letting go of Eddie. He crouched low, tears still spilling down his face. Once Richie had scared off the Bowers gang, he came back to help Eddie. "Oh, Eds, shit, what do I do?" Eddie didn't answer, instead he went limp, his eyes rolling back into his head. "GUYS HELP!"

"Eddie are y- what the fuck happened Richie?!" Bev asked, staring down at the unconscious boy in Richie's arms. He was searching through Eddie's fanny pack, trying to find something that might help.

"I don't know! Does anyone know how to help him!?" Richie exclaimed nervously. Stan nodded, crouching down to examine Eddie.

"Bill, I need your water bottle." Stan said calmly, taking the bottle offered to him. "Thanks." Stan opened the top, pouring a little into his hand, and some on Eddie's face. Eddie gasped loudly and coughed, and Richie stuck the inhaler in his mouth, pressing the trigger for him. The coughing stopped, and Eddie blinked until the world came into focus.

"Eddie? Eddie, can you hear me?" Stan questioned. He received a nod. Everyone relaxed slightly, but the air was still tense. Richie picked up Eddie and held him bridal style, avoiding his neck. It was silent until Stan spoke up. "Let's get him somewhere safe." Richie led the way, Eddie's fingers loosely clasped around him. Stan wasn't far behind, followed by Mike, Bev, Bill, and Ben.

"It's ok Eds, it's gonna be ok." Richie attempted to soothe him. The small boy was shivering with fear and looked about ready to pass out again, most likely loss. "Just hold on..."

The losers took Eddie to the tree house, finding it difficult to get him up, but they managed. He was lain on the floor, shirt removed to better see the damage. There were small cuts and bruises all over his torso, not to mention the H engraved in his lower neck. Stan look the water bottle and poured some out on the cut in an attempt to clean it up. He found some hydrogen peroxide and poured that on it also. Eddie winced but didn't move much, and Stan continued.

"Eddie, I need your help. You're the only one who knows how to do this." Stan frowned. Eddie groaned in response.

"I'll wrap it." Richie blurted out, making 5 heads turn to look at him. "I mean, I'm not as good as Eds, but I've wrapped up a couple of injuries." Stan nodded, handing the bandages over to Richie. He slowly and carefully wrapped the gauze around the cut, twisting the ends around each other in a loose knot. "That should do it."

"Eddie? Can you still hear me?" Stan wondered.

"Yeah." Eddie replied weakly.

"On a scale of 1-10, how much pain are you in?" Stan asked. Richie put away the bandages, and scooted closer to Eddie.

"6." His breathing picked up, and Richie got his inhaler and pressed the trigger. Eddie's breathing evened out, and he relaxed a little.

"Can someone take him home?" Stan asked the other losers. Bill nodded, but Richie cut in.

"I will. I'll carry him back and stay with him for awhile, ok?" Richie smiled. "Great!"

He picked Eddie up again, and carried him down to the ground. He talked to Eddie the whole time, trying to keep him calm, all while hoping he couldn't feel Richie's heart beating 100 times a minute. Just being around Eddie made Richie's heart flutter.

They had kissed, once. During a game of truth or dare, and it was both boys' first. Richie had never kissed a girl, even though he made jokes about it all the time. He wasn't completely sure what the feeling meant. Did it mean he was gay? No, he was only gay for one boy, and that was Eddie Kaspbrak. If only Richie knew Eddie felt the same.

Eddie's heart was pounding. He was closer to Richie than he had ever been before, and he liked it. Eddie tucked in just barely, so he was even closer to Richie's chest. He listened to his friend's heartbeat, a quite fast one. He frowned, wondering if carrying him was what caused this quick beat. Eddie felt much better than he had before.

"Um, Rich? I-I can walk now, you d-don't have to carry me like a b-baby. I m-mean, I d-don't mind, b-but-" Eddie stuttered. Richie stopped, but didn't put him down.

"Oh Eds, it's so cute when you get flustered." Richie smirked, making Eddie's face blush bright red. "But I'm gonna carry you home."

The two boys made their way to the Kaspbrak household, one carrying the other.

"You gotta put me down now, or my mom will freak." Eddie sighed.

"Well, I don't want your hot mom worrying." Richie gently helped him to his feet. Immediately Eddie felt light headed, but pushed it back. They walked into the house quietly, sneaking up the stairs. "I think your mom's asleep." Richie snickered, but it was short lived. "Eds?"

Eddie groaned. His head was pounding, the pain from his injury becoming apparent. "Richie..."

"What is it? Are you ok?" Richie asked. Eddie shook his head, and Richie panicked slightly. "What's wrong?"

"Take me to the bathroom." Eddie demanded. Richie carried him in, placing him on a stool. "Can you take off my shirt please?" He asked, more politely. Richie slowly pulled off Eddie's shirt, avoiding the bandages. "And unwrap it." Richie did what he requested, taking off the bandages. Eddie's eyes widened, and he gulped. It was deep, and would leave a huge scar if left alone. "I-I have a-a huge f-f-favor to ask you."

"What is it?" Richie wondered.

"I need you to get my fanny pack." He said.

"That's not a huge favor!" Richie chuckled a little, but Eddie didn't find it funny. Richie got the bag, and set it in Eddie's lap. He pulled out some antiseptic and a needle and thread. Richie frowned at the items Eddie was holding.

"I need you to stitch me up. It's just like sewing, just pretend my skin is fabric, and the cut is a hole you need to patch up. It's medical grade, don't worry." Eddie gulped.

"I've never sewn up a hole!" Richie exclaimed. Eddie closed his eyes.

"I-I trust you. But try and do it neat, but quickly. I don't have a pain killer, so try not to screw up too badly." He sighed, laying down in the bathtub. "We'll do it in here, so it can be cleaned up."

"Eddie-"

"No, just do it. Pour on some antiseptic and start stitching." Richie did as he was told, pouring the antiseptic on the cut. As Richie pierced his skin, Eddie winced, but Richie kept going, ignoring his cries. It broke him to do so, but it was what Eddie wanted him to do. He stitched up the cut, and poured on more antiseptic. Richie washed his hands, which was a rare occurrence. He took a tissue and wiped away the river of tears running down Eddie's face.

"Hey, it's ok. You're safe now. Sshhhh." Richie soothed. Eddie was shaking slightly, and he really wasn't ready to move, so Richie poured him a shallow bath to sit in for awhile. By the time he got out, Eddie felt much better, even though his lower neck hurt like hell. But his shorts were all soaked, and he needed to change his pants. The only problem being that he wasn't able to move much, and needed help.

"Richie? Are you still here?" Eddie questioned.

"Of course Eds, why would I leave you?" Richie replied. "Do you need anything?"

"Actually, I do. My shorts are soaked, and I," Eddie's face heated up. "I can't bend over right now, so I was wondering if, um-"

"If I'd help you change? Sure, Eds. I won't look." Richie was blushing as well. He grabbed some new pants and boxers, and tugged down the wet ones, averting his eyes. Richie took the dry clothes and pulled them up, adjusting the buckle for him.

"Th-thanks Rich." Eddie gave him a weak smile. His face was still pink.

"No problem, Eds." Richie returned the smile. "Maybe you should get some rest. I'll call my mom and see if I can stay over."

"Yeah, that's good. And don't call me Eds!" He exclaimed.

"Calm down, remember you just got stitches." Richie reminded. Eddie stopped, and slowly lied down on his bed. Richie lay down next to him, and watched as he fell asleep. Soon after, Richie fell asleep as well.

It could've been worse. That's my new motto bc everything I do sucks, but it could be worse. Like this one-shot. Like this whole story. Coulda been worse.

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