"Because you're younger than the rest of 'em?" Hopper asks, then shrugs as he continues to lead Stan down the hall to Beverly's room. "Hell if I know, kid, if there are rules to this thing, then I don't know 'em."

He wishes he did. Everyone might say this kind of thing happens sometimes, like it's just an exceptionally rainy day during a dry season, but he doesn't feel that comfortable with it. No one else seems to be able to tell him what rules there might be, just enough to say she'll be fine, she'll wake up in a few days, and it's nothing to worry about.

Well, he's goddamn worried. Every time he looks at Beverly right now, he remembers what Sara looked like, small and frail, pale and so still under her hospital blankets.