[ Getting back to the apartment is a bit of a blur, both because of the blood loss, and for the fact that Chrissy is driving. Chrissy is real, here, alive. He wants to reach out, to take her hand, but from the passenger side, he only has his mangled arm to offer, and chooses to keep it to himself. Instead he just keeps himself focused on staying awake and conscious, which is made slightly easier by the fact that he needs to be alert to give directions.

It's a relief once they've arrived, and Eddie collapses on the couch as soon as they're through the door. Even when his head is spinning, his focus remains trained on her. To just see her walking around, even when she's looking nervous and worried, makes his heart swell. ]

I've been talking to him about getting out of here. [ His voice is soft, a little far away. ] I can give him a call tomorrow, let him know. It won't surprise him.

[ It's tempting to let Chrissy stitch him up and then just pass out here. But for as much as Wayne's come to understand about the strangeness in Hawkins, Indiana, there's no way Eddie can explain Chrissy being here, alive. They have to leave tonight. ]

Get me patched up, we'll get cleaned up, and then we can hit the road.