something_incredible | (no subject)

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.

Threaded | Flat

Stan would consider himself a complete mess by the time that he makes it to the place Beverly lives now. He hasn't come here yet, but she'd given him the address and it was something he was going to do. Stan's definition of a complete mess, however, differs from the general population. Since going through a similar explanation by the nurse at the Home, Stan's managed to get dressed and wash away the sweat and the snot from his face. When he arrives at Beverly's door, he looks fairly ordinary-- except for the eyes that have clearly been crying long and hard, the sheer white terror on his face, the scars that stand out brilliantly on his face.

A massive man answers the door, and Stan sucks in a breath. "Hello, sir," he says. "I'm Looking for Beverly. I'm-- I'm her friend and I was worried that--" His voice breaks a little despite his best efforts. "Is she here?"