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something_incredible) wrote2019-10-09 01:18 pm
something_incredible) wrote2019-10-09 01:18 pm
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Hopper is trying not to panic and he's doing a shitty job of it.
Everyone he's spoken to has told him this sort of thing happens sometimes. That he's got nothing to worry about. Beverly will wake up in a few days and everything will be just fine. He'd called an ambulance earlier when he couldn't wake her, but the paramedics, once they'd realized what was happening, had mostly spent their time just trying to calm Hopper down. The hospital is going to send a nurse over in the morning just to make sure Beverly isn't dehydrated and that her vitals are still stable. Everyone keeps acting like this is normal.
Hopper has seen a lot of weird shit and none of this feels even remotely close to normal.
He can't go to work when Beverly is just lying unconscious in her bed, so he calls his supervisor and tells him what's going on. To his surprise, all he gets is a few words of comfort, his supervisor tells him to hang in there and to come back when Beverly's awake again. It's like they all just know.
Right now, he doesn't know what the hell to do. The one thing he's not doing is drinking, but he is smoking. He's smoking Beverly's cigarettes, actually, since he'd been doing a pretty good job when it comes to quitting and he'd found the pack in her backpack earlier. He's smoking like a goddamn chimney and he can't stop and when there's a knock at the door, Hopper has a cigarette dangling on his lower lip as he shuffles across the apartment to answer.
Everyone he's spoken to has told him this sort of thing happens sometimes. That he's got nothing to worry about. Beverly will wake up in a few days and everything will be just fine. He'd called an ambulance earlier when he couldn't wake her, but the paramedics, once they'd realized what was happening, had mostly spent their time just trying to calm Hopper down. The hospital is going to send a nurse over in the morning just to make sure Beverly isn't dehydrated and that her vitals are still stable. Everyone keeps acting like this is normal.
Hopper has seen a lot of weird shit and none of this feels even remotely close to normal.
He can't go to work when Beverly is just lying unconscious in her bed, so he calls his supervisor and tells him what's going on. To his surprise, all he gets is a few words of comfort, his supervisor tells him to hang in there and to come back when Beverly's awake again. It's like they all just know.
Right now, he doesn't know what the hell to do. The one thing he's not doing is drinking, but he is smoking. He's smoking Beverly's cigarettes, actually, since he'd been doing a pretty good job when it comes to quitting and he'd found the pack in her backpack earlier. He's smoking like a goddamn chimney and he can't stop and when there's a knock at the door, Hopper has a cigarette dangling on his lower lip as he shuffles across the apartment to answer.
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He knows he would kill Beverly's father if he were to ever show up here in Darrow. Hopper would shoot him in the head, make it as clean as possible, then take the body somewhere he knows it would never be found. For the most part, he knows he's not the best guy in the world, but he's a good police officer and he has no respect for dirty cops, but damned if he wouldn't use some of those shady connections to make sure he got away with murder to keep Beverly's father far, far from her.
It feels a bit like he's intruding on a private moment when Stan goes rushing over to Beverly, so Hopper busies himself cleaning up some of the homework on her desk. He stacks her books, his back to the bed, then rearranges her pens and pencils. None of it matters. He just wants to give the kid a moment.
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He bows back down over Beverly's hand.
"I know, I know you're not going to answer. I don't even know if you remember-- down there, where we almost lost you," he whispers, and it kind of feels like a prayer should. "At least you're safe here. I think I should watch Richie and Eddie. You've probably been doing it on your own, so it's my turn."
Stan smooths a piece of her hair. He would never dare to be this open with anyone if they were awake, he thinks, but maybe if they do wake up, he can be a better friend. "Just please wake up again, okay? Please." His voice cracks a little, and he squeezes his eyes shut for a second.
And then he stands, turning back around to face Hopper. "Thank you. For, for letting me see her."
For taking care of her.
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As much as he wants to keep all boys away from Beverly, he knows that's messed up and he knows just because someone is a boy doesn't mean they're interested in being more than friends with her. It's taken Hopper a long time to accept that as reality, but it's the truth, he knows it now, and he knows Beverly's friends mean the world to her. There's no way in hell he would keep them apart.
"You're gonna keep an eye on the other ones?" he asks. "The ones stuck at the Home?"