I would like to first apologize for an error I made in the first chapter, the setting is in 1989 not 1959 if that confused anyone. I also apologize because this is my first fanfic I've ever written and it's so bad. This was supposed to be a oneshot, but I guess I'll make a few more chapters. Thank you for reading! :) Now onto Chapter 2:

Stan carried Bill through the Denbrough's front door. The tiny boy passed out in his arms around 13 minutes ago due to exhaustion. I mean who wouldn't be tired right after drowning? No one. Stan carried Bill upstairs to the white walled, cold floored bathroom. He sat Bill against the shiny pastille tub for he could fill it up with warm water.

"Bill" Stan nudged Bill's shoulder to wake him. Bill only groaned and turned his head away from Stan, still asleep. "Billy." Stan tried again. This time bright green eyes slowly opened and confusingly gazed at the curly haired boy.

"y-y-y-y-yes-s?" Bill stuttered. This has been the worst Stan has ever seen Bill stutter.

"I need to get you warmed up, you're freezing." Stan replies. Bill was sickly pale looking, his skin was freezing cold, and his lips were a tint of blue. Bill only nodded, afraid of losing his voice. "Okay buddy do you want to keep these on?" Stan gulped as he pointed a finger to Bill's underwear. They were frozen, hard and uncomfortable. Bill's cheeks would have been rosy if he wasn't freezing.

"Sh-Sh-Sh-u-r-re." Bill once again struggled to spit out.

Stan's heart fluttered as he pulled on the stale white underwear. Once he takes them off completely he notices red indented lines on Bill's hips. They were digging into his skin for so long. Stan broke his stare and picked up the light weighted child into his arms again.

"Billy, I'm so sorry, but this might sting a little. I mean maybe a lot." Stan whispered. He slowly put the skinny boy into the warm water. Since his skin is ice cold it feels like he is burning. Bill instantly started to cry out, arms flailing trying to escape. "I'm so sorry Bill!" Stan cries as he gets into the water to help his friend. He moved to the back of Bill and pulls the boy close. Cries rapidly turned into loud sobs. The pain was indescribable, who knew water could be this painful.

Slowly, but surely the pain went away and Bill's sobs turned into quiet cries. He was tired and confused. Why did bad things always happen to him? First the car accident, secondly Georgie's death, and now this?

Bill was so caught up into his thoughts that he did not realize that Stan had lifted him out of the tub and wrapped his shaking body with a red fluffy towel that only went down to his thighs.

"Let's go" Stanley said as Bill leaned his weight against him. He lead them to Bill's bed and sat him down. Stan walked over to Bill's dresser and pulled out some dark blue sweats, white underwear, and a light grey shirt from the draws. "Do you need any help?"

"I-I-I c-can do it-t-t." Bill stuttered. He handed Bill the clothes and walked over to the desk and sat down.

30 seconds has past until he hears a slight call for him from Bill.

"S-S-Stan"

He turns around and see's Bill in his underwear and struggling to put his pants on. Stan walks over and plants a kiss onto his head and pulls Bill's pants up and ties the strings loosely. "It's okay, I'm happy to help you." Stan states as he pulls the grey shirt over the brown-haired boy's head. "I will always be there for you."

Stan sat down and pulled Bill close. "I'm sorry I should have been there with you."

"Y-Yo-ou d-din-n't kn-now t-that wo-ould h-h-happen Stan-n." Bill replied, his stutter still bad.

"yeah Bill, but I still could have noticed you've went missing earlier."

"I'm s-stil-l-l he-ere." Stan didn't say another word because he knew Bill was 100% right, he was alive and breathing and Stan is so grateful for that.

"lets just get some rest Bill" Stan says as he lightly pushes his boy into a lying position and pulls him to his chest. Yes, they were not a couple, but something tragic just happened and it will take a while to recover from. Stan started to rub circles into Bill's boney shoulders trying to comfort the boy until he fell into a deep slumber.

Not only 5 minutes later he heard Bill's breathing even out. Stan just lies there letting his thoughts take over on what would have happened if Bill died today.