Bill Denbrough

It was a cold night. Everyone was out of breath and scared shitless from the activities that just held place. I mean they had to kill Pennywise for fucks sake! As the cold breeze hit, Bill's body let out a soft shiver. Richie was in the corner with Eddie, keeping him close and providing comfort for the smaller boy. Mike was trying to ignore the pounding headache that was starting to take over. Making him feel sick and almost nauseous. Stan was talking with Bev and Ben. Cleaning any wounds that dared to leave a mark. A memory of tonight.

Nobody really had any warmth, it was a cold night and only thing they could find was some small throw blanket that Bev brang over last week when Eddie wouldn't stop complaining that if it stays this cold down here, he'd get sick. And we all know how that would've gone.

"A-Are you sure..? You don't n-need to help me."

The look in Bill's eyes were soft, I mean you always thought his eyes looked soft just.. Oddly more than usual now. His voice was still shaky and uneven. The memories from the fight, the pain, the fear, Georgie.. It was stuck in his brain like a burn. Almost made him feel light headed and sick to core.

His injuries weren't super bad. A few scrapes on his legs and arms. But he did have a nasty cut he got after falling. The cut was across his forearm, not very long, maybe only an inch, but still deep. As he sat down to let you use a first AID kit the group kept stored by a shelf, you could really see how bad the cut was. Blood still slowly trickling down his arm. The dark rose looking liquid was thick, warm, way too uncomfortable to feel on bare skin.

"Promise it won't sting?.."