Chapter 3

                                    

                                          
Summary: The crew takes Y/n to the hospital and call Hopper to report the rape. What will Steve do, when he finds out who did it?
Warnings: Rape!!, cursing, blood, hospital, rape-kit, medical treatment, mentions of drugs.
The moment they had arrived at the hospital, there was still one question hanging in the air. Who did it?
The drive had been filled with complete silence, except for Eddies music. Steve had one hand placed on Y/n's shoulder, as if to tell her that he was still there, that she wasn't alone, and the moment the car stopped, he got out to help her out of it.
Y/n didn't unbuckle her seatbelt, she just looked at him, her eyes big with fear, and he smiled at her again, to remind her that they were doing this together. 
In the hospital light Y/n's bruises could finally be seen, and Eddie gasped as he walked around the car and saw her face. There was a discoloured line on her neck. His handprint was visible, giving them an idea of the horrors Y/n had faced. There was a small cut on her chin too, it was not bleeding anymore, though her lips were. They were chapped, her dark lipstick almost completely gone, the bit that was still there smeared. Some blood had dripped onto her shirt, but it was less than Eddie had expected. How bad were her injuries down there, if they were bleeding so horribly? 
Half her face was swollen from the hits she had to take, and if she wouldn't still be pumped with adrenaline, it would probably hurt terribly. Eddie wondered if more marks would show up with time, and he also wondered if the guy who did this looked even half as bad. 
The light suddenly brought all the horrors to reality, with her clothes ripped in some places, and totally not sitting the way they should, and her hair messy and her makeup ruined.
"Who?" Eddie whispered to her. She didn't answer, she just looked it him. "I'm sorry, Eddie. I'm so sorry." Was her only answer, and it suddenly hit him who was behind all this.
"Do you want to take my Walkman with you? Maybe it helps to listen to music?" Steve offered, and was never more thankful that Nancy took her big blue bag out of his car earlier.
Y/n wasn't sure what the music was meant to change, but maybe it would quit her thoughts if it was loud enough, so she nodded.
"Thank you, Steve." She forced a smile, but it only lasted seconds before the façade fell again.
"Let's go in, okay?" Nancy told her. She didn't want to force her friend, but Y/n looked so incredibly pale, and the brunette feared that she would pass out with the amount of blood she was still losing. But Y/n just nodded. The earphones hang around her neck now, and she felt numb again.
It was easier to just push everything down and pretend she was alright for now. She wasn't sure if she could hold it up, but at least it fulfilled its purpose for now.
Eddie and Steve both offered her a hand and she took them, as they walked into the Hawkins Memorial Hospital. 
The moment they entered, they were welcomed by the smell of disinfectants and the sterile white interior. It was almost as cold inside the hospital as it was outside, and the alcoholic smell reminded Y/n of the party, of him again. 
She stopped and felt the panic rise, her breathing getting faster. 
"It's alright, you're safe." Eddie squeezed her hand reassuringly. It was a bit sweaty and warm, but she felt his rings and then Steve squeezed her other hand, and the smell of alcohol was replaced with the smell of his hairspray. She breathed in deeper, and followed a pattern that Nancy instructed. "I'm okay." She assured then, but more for herself than her friends.
"Let me handle it." Nancy told the others, as she walked to the reception.
Steves gaze followed her, before looking around in the waiting room. There were two boys their age in one corner. One of them looked miserable, he hung in his chair as if he was melting, his eyes were closed and he had a cup of water in one hand.