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A/N: Here is the second one-shot! Yay! Also, Halloween is almost here! It's my favorite holiday! :)

Now, for this one, I combined TWO suggestions into one, which I thought was clever! Warning! There is hints to sexual assault in this one! It's during a flashback, but I will still warn you when it happens!

.2019: Thanks, my friend! That's very nice of you!

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Special thanks to .2019, and MrsDenbrough (Guest) for loving this so far!

Now, without further ado, here is the second one-shot!

Falling From Sickness

Steph hadn't been feeling right ever since she woke up that morning.

The second she opened her eyes, she did feel fine… Until she sat up… Then a wave of nausea hit her out of absolutely nowhere. She shut her eyes tightly as she tried taking deep breaths. But it also felt like her breathing was a little unstable. And it was at that moment that Steph was relieved that it was the weekend.

It was late November, just weeks away from the winter season. Which meant that it was now the flu season. Steph groaned to herself as she laid back on her bed as easily as she could. She immediately wished that her mother hadn't went out of town for the week because of a family emergency. She would be coming back on Monday, and Steph had been perfectly fine with this; but now, she wished that Jamie would come home now.

Steph didn't know what to do as the nausea got even greater. She struggled to get out of bed, but she managed to after a little while. She slowly walked downstairs as she felt that her limbs were also weak. Another wave of nausea hit her as she reached the living room and she collapsed onto the couch, a hand held to her chest. She was most definitely sick, she felt it. She knew it.

This happened every. freaking. year.

And shoot… Bill was supposed to be coming over today. Although Steph couldn't muster up the energy to call him, she didn't want him to see her like this. She didn't want him to pity her because she was sick. It was just a stomach bug that she caught every year. It would go away within hours.

All Steph could do at that moment was lay down on the couch. She started shivering as goosebumps appeared on her arms and legs. She grabbed the nearest blanket she could find and pulled it over her. She then took the TV remote off of the coffee table and turned it on.

She laid there, not really paying attention to the television for what seemed like hours. She glanced at the clock. 11:45 AM, it read. Steph closed her eyes, wanting nothing more than to sleep the sickness off. But for some reason, she couldn't feel sleep claiming her, and it was extremely annoying.

After what seemed like forever, Steph heard the dreadful noise of the front door opening. She immediately knew who it was, as she had told Bill to not bother knocking on the door anymore. So, he just let himself in. She herself closed her eyes, afraid of the look that would most likely be on his face when he saw her. And sure enough, a concerned voice was the first thing she heard.

"A-Are you okay, St-Steph? You look a-a-a-awful…"

Slowly, although hesitantly, Steph opened her eyes to see Bill standing a few feet away from her. There was no denying the look of slight shock on his face as they looked at each other. And after a few seconds, she truthfully shook her head.

Bill, meanwhile, noticed that his girlfriend looked paler than he had ever seen her. Her eyes seemed beyond tired as she laid there limply on the living room couch, looking directly at him. The second he saw her shaking her head in response to his question, he rushed over to her and put a hand to her forehead. He grimaced a little.

"Y-You're burning up," he murmured. "W-W-W-Where's your th-thermometer?"

Steph's eyes widened slightly at the question. "It's in the bathroom, but honestly, Bill… You don't have to do this," she tried to plead weakly.

Bill wasn't having it, however, because as soon as he heard her answer, he sprinted up the stairs as fast as he could. And Steph was left lying on the couch, feeling guilty that her boyfriend was doing this for her. But at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a bit of fleeting happiness for the fact that Bill was actually concerned for her well being. It made her smile slightly, but the nausea she felt made her drop the smile pretty quickly.

Within seconds, Bill was already back downstairs with a thermometer in his hand. He ran over to the couch and sat down in front of it, holding it out to her. "H-Here," he said. Steph took the thermometer and put it in between her lips. All the while, Bill was holding her hand, caressing her soft skin with his thumb, and he noticed that she tensed slightly before relaxing. He instantly knew why she did this, as a single memory flooded his mind. It was something that had happened just over a year ago, prior to when Georgie was killed. Something that still haunted him every day of his life.

A/N: You have been warned! Disturbing tones here!

"S-S-S-So, how did y'all d-do on the test?" Bill asked the others as he, Richie, and Stan exited their history classroom to the sound of the dismissal bell. Eddie was in another class, English, so they wouldn't be seeing him until they exited the building to grab their bikes. And Steph was in Science, yet another different class.

Stan explained that his grade wasn't the best, but still pretty good. Richie, however, refused to reply with a real answer.

"Seriously, Big Bill?!" he exclaimed from beside his best friend. "School just ended, and the weekend has arrived. I do not want to talk about a freaking history test right now!" He rolled his eyes at such a thought as he shook his head.

"Based on that answer," Stan acknowledged in a nonchalant manner, "you probably did terrible, Rich." The boy with the rather large glasses glared at the Jewish kid, seemingly offended, but that did not stop him from shrugging.

"Well, I guess it's better than being inside Eddie's mom," he said in a calm voice. This remark earned him an elbow to the ribs from Bill.

"I-I-I-If Eds were here, he-he would f-f-fucking kill you for s-saying that," he said in a serious voice. Richie shrugged once more, as if he had heard this exact same sentence one too many times. The three boys continued to make their way to the front doors of the school.

When they made it outside, they grabbed a hold of their bikes just as Eddie came jogging over to them. "Hey, guys!" he greeted, although he did look slightly concerned. "Have any of you seen Steph anywhere?"

Bill thought about it for a moment before shaking his head, although he himself was starting to get worried. "N-No," he replied after a few seconds. "Not-Not since l-l-lunch."

"She probably just ditched us for another friend group. If so, I do wish her luck," Richie commented sarcastically.

"Shut up, Richie!" Stan shouted at him. Richie held up his hands in mock surrender before turning back to Eddie. "Something wrong, Eds? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

"It's not freaking funny, Richie!" Eddie replied in the most panicked voice Bill had ever heard him use. "I'm asking because right before I entered English class, I saw her getting picked on by Bowers and his group of assholes! I sit at a desk right in front of the door, so I should have seen her enter the classroom across the hallway…. But…" He hesitated majorly, and Bill noticed immediately, since his face turned into an expression of horror.

"B-B-But what, Eds?" he asked in a somewhat stern voice.

He saw Eddie take a shaky breath as the boy shook his inhaler and brought it to his lips, taking a big puff of air from it. "But… I never saw her enter the Science classroom…" he muttered in a small voice.

Bill's hands balled into fists, his fingernails digging into his palms. He began shaking with rage and horror, in extreme worry as to what could have happened to his best friend. Before he knew it, he was stomping back to the entrance of the school.

"What the heck are you doing, Bill?!" Richie called after him. Bill ignored him as he started furiously climbing the stairs. Just as she reached the front doors, he saw her, and immediately sighed with relief. But that fleeting moment vanished quite quickly the second he saw how she looked.

Steph looked miserable, tears streaming down her cheeks as her body shook with sobs while being held by a red-headed girl around their age. Bill immediately realized that the girl holding his best friend was Beverly Marsh, the girl he had a crush on an eternity ago. He acknowledged her briefly as he saw her comforting Steph.

"It's okay. You're going to be alright," Beverly soothed the blonde haired girl. "They're gone… They can't hurt you now…"

Beverly's words ignited even more fear in Bill as he opened his mouth to speak. "W-W-What happened t-t-t-t-t-to her?!" he exclaimed in a scared voice. The redhead finally looked up at him in surprise, recognizing him instantly. But Bill could tell that she didn't care about that right now.

"Bowers and his goons were tormenting her near the bathrooms just earlier… And it looks like Hockstetter decided to have a little too much fun…" she said in a very hesitant voice.

Bill could feel his face heating up with fury, his fists trembling at his sides. "Did… D-D-D-Did they…"

Beverly shook her head immediately. "No, I was able to get to her before it… you know…" she replied. At this reply, Bill stepped forward and gently pulled Steph to him in a tight hug, not missing the way she tensed up majorly the second his hands had gripped her forearms. He led her down the school stairs and to the boys, who all seemed scared shitless.

"Do we even want to know?" Richie asked in the most serious voice he had ever used.

Bill shook his head frantically as he held Steph to him, an act of friendship at the time. Now, he wouldn't even know what it was.

After several seconds of comforting his best friend, he noticed that Steph was finally beginning to calm down, her sobs turning into sniffs and finally relaxing in Bill's arms. But that didn't seem to last long.

Bill looked up seconds later to see the monsters that had done this to his best friend. He instantly let go of Steph and ran over to Bowers and his gang. The boys and Steph screamed at him to not do anything stupid, but he wasn't listening as he began shoving each one of the bullies.

"You monsters!" he screamed. "You monsters!" He shoved Henry as roughly as he could, something that surprised the bully more than ever. He tried to fight back, but Victor Criss held him back as the others began to laugh, thinking that Bill was stupid. But when the smaller boy caught sight of Patrick Hockstetter, he jumped onto the bully and started beating the shit out of him.

"YOU SICK -!" he bellowed, not able to finish through his anger. Patrick, who actually looked a little frightened, tried to fight back, but Bill was relentless as he punched his face repeatedly. But finally, after what seemed like forever, he felt hands on his shoulders trying to pull him off of Hockstetter.

"Get off of him, Bill!" came Steph's voice from behind him. "Don't get yourself hurt!"

She still sounded distressed and traumastricken, but seemed more calm than she was seconds ago, trying to control the situation. Steph's soothing voice finally caused Bill to quit hitting Patrick, since he stood up and started crying out of anger. He felt the younger girl wrap her arms around him in a tight hug, which he returned without hesitation, although she tensed up slightly for a moment.

"You losers will get what's coming to you!" he heard Bowers' voice yell out. He didn't turn around, instead focusing at his best friend that was perfectly safe in his arms. She felt her shift slightly to look at the bullies.

"Back off, Bowers! You come near us again and you will regret it," she growled menacingly. But Bill noticed that she sounded scared again.

After several seconds, Bill didn't hear anything else. And his suspicions were confirmed when he heard a chorus of voices say, "They're gone, Bill!" He let go of Steph and turned around; indeed, the bullies had all taken off after the girl had yelled at them. He frantically turned to Steph with a horrified look on his face.

"A-A-Are you all right?" he asked in a shaking voice. "Are you h-h-h-h-hurt?"

Steph kept shaking her head as she put her hands on Bill's shoulders. "I'm not hurt, Bill," she replied in a small voice. "I'm okay now."

Ever since that day, Bill grew a strange protectiveness over Steph.

And to this very day, the protectiveness over the girl he was now in love with never subsided. And it probably never would as he watched Steph take her temperature. The beeping caused him to snap out of his memory and focus on the current situation. He saw his girlfriend take the thermometer out of her mouth and look at it.

"102.3," she muttered in a quiet and weak voice. Bill took the thermometer and set it down on the coffee table as he sighed sadly. When he turned back to face her, he saw her shivering under her blanket.

"Are you c-c-cold?" he asked softly. She hesitantly nodded, and he immediately held both of his hands out for her to take. She slowly did, and he gently helped her off of the couch. He took the blanket and wrapped it around her, as well as his arms while guiding her up the stairs.

When they reached her bedroom, Bill helped her lay down on her bed and he tucked her in. "D-D-D-Do you have a h-h-heater anywhere?" he asked out of curiosity. Steph nodded and told him where it was. He ran back downstairs and grabbed it from the cupboard under the stairs. He paused for a moment, and decided that he should also get a glass of juice for her. He did so, and then went back upstairs with both things.

When he entered the room again, he gave her the glass of juice and plugged in the heater, turning it all the way on. He left the room again, going to the bathroom to find medicine she could take. He examined the small closet before he found the right thing and returning to Steph's bedroom.

"H-H-Here," he told her, sitting on the bed beside her. "Th-Th-This will he-help…" He took the small plastic cup attached to the bottle of liquid medicine. He saw Steph grimace in disgust as he did this.

"That stuff is disgusting," she complained, but took the cup anyway. Bill couldn't help but laugh a little at this remark.

"I kn-know," he replied. "But it-it'll help you feel b-b-b-better." Steph nodded as she gulped down the disgusting liquid that burned her throat as she swallowed it. As she handed the cup back to Bill, her expression turned into one of sadness.

"I'm sorry, Bill," she said. "We were supposed to have a day where we just watched movies like normal teenagers do. Instead, I just had to get freaking sick! Just like everything in my life going wrong…"

Bill shook his head as he gave her a small smile as he tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "It's-It's okay, Steph. It isn't y-y-your fault. W-We can still watch movies if-if-if you want," he suggested. His heart skipped slightly when he saw the satisfied smile form on his girlfriend's face and thought that, even though the sickness made her look awful, she was still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

"But… I don't want you to get sick like me," she told him in a small voice. This made Bill give her a serious look. "I don't care if I get sick," he replied without stuttering.

Steph blushed at the look he was giving her. He actually cared. He actually wanted to take care of her, not caring if he himself got sick. He wanted to be here with her; he didn't want to leave her. And that… that meant everything to her. So, she gave him a goofy but rather grateful smile as she tilted her head to the television in her room. "Alright," she said. "Go pick a movie."

Bill smiled at her before standing up and going to the television, only to see that she had already picked out movies for them to watch. He picked them up and looked through them. He chuckled to himself when he saw that every single VHS tape was of a specific genre. He held out one in particular for Steph.

"You-You seriously h-h-h-have A Nightmare on Elm Street?" he asked with a humorous look on his face. Steph looked at the cover of said film and shrugged with a smirk on her face.

"What can I say?" she said. "I love horror films."

Bill shook his head. "I th-think you like them a-a-a little too much," he commented with a smile as he continued to look through the films. He saw one of them, and a dumb grin formed on his face. He held out the VHS to her.

"Now this… This is-is-is a classic!" he exclaimed happily. Steph smiled at how he said those words as she herself looked at the cover of the movie Gremlins.

"Go ahead," she said with a fake sigh. "Put it in."

"YES!" he shouted with a victory dance which she laughed at as he put the tape into the VCR.

After fastforwarding through the many previews, the movie finally started and Bill got into Steph's bed beside her, putting his arm around her. To his relief, she didn't tense up at this.

They were eventually a laughing mess at how hilarious the movie ended up being. They kept making fun of how stupid the main character was and kept talking about how cute Gizmo was. They had a discussion over how great the film was after it was over. Then, Bill put in Friday the 13th Part 3, which they also had a fun time watching.

After that movie was over, Bill looked over to see that Steph was sound asleep. Her skin looked a lot less paler and the color was coming back to her perfect face. He smiled as he pulled her closer to him, his arms wrapped protectively around her. He planted a kiss on her forehead.

"P-Please feel better soon, St-Steph…" he murmured against her soft and warm skin. "I love you."

A/N: You know by now!

Aww! Wasn't that sweet?! He took care of her! Bill is just the best!

Thoughts on this one-shot? Was it great?

Was the flashback too disturbing? I felt like the topic of said scene was very sensitive.

Don't you love that Bill took care of Steph?! He's so sweet! And they at least had a fun time watching horror films! So, it wasn't entirely depressing, at least.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I love you guys to death! Please read and review! Be looking forward to the next one-shot! Have a great day, and until next time!

— Hermione Romanoff