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No One's POV - Bill's Bathroom

When Bev and El left the garage, they headed for the bathroom. When El had fallen unconscious, and Mike carried her, Bev ran by her house, and grabbed some clothes that El could wear.

When they made it to the bathroom, Bev grabbed a towel and washcloth and handed it to El.

"Thank you," El said.

Bev smiled and turned to leave, when El said, "Stay."

Bev knew this girl was still little shooken up, and decided that she was going to help her in any way she can.

"Sure," Bev said giving her a warm smile.

Bev turned away and gave her privacy as she slipped into the tub. El understood privacy, and she pulled the curtain so you couldn't see her, except for her face.

"So why is your favorite color pink?," Bev asked.

"Pretty," El replied.

"It is. I like it too. What's your favorite food?," Bev said.

"Eggos," El said immediately. She loved eggos.

Bev laughed, and El cracked a small smile.

"You know, that was pretty cool how you did that to Bowers. He's an asshole," Bev said.

"Mouthbreather," El muttered.

"Yep," Bev said.

When El was done, she dried off, and put the clothes on that Bev had given her. El had felt so much better. She was fed, her hair and body was washed. Now all she needed was Mike.

El was currently wearing a gray sweatshirt under some blue overalls, and black converse.

When she and Bev went back to the garage, the boys were all grouped together, discussing something.

They immediately stopped talking, and stared at El.

El walked over to the group, and stared at them innocently.

"I've got a question, who are the bad men?," Richie asked.

"Papa," El said.

"Papa? Your father is bad?," Bev asked. She knew all about bad fathers.

"Yes," El said and looked down.

"And he's after you?," Eddie asked.

El nodded.

The group was silent again, but all El could think about was Mike. He was coming. She was going to see him again.

"And those...powers? How did you get them?," Mike asked, he never imagened he would ask that question seriously, but here he was.

El didn't reply, so Stan asked, "Were you born with them?"

El nodded her head.

Eddie started hyperventaliting, and Richie said, "Calm down, Eds."

"Don't fucking call me that! This crazy, the government is after us, we're gonna die," Eddie replied.

"We're not gonna die, Eddie spagetti," Richie said.

Eddie just glared at him, but eventually the group calmed him down, while El just stared at him.

The door to the garage was open, and it was still daylight outside. El looked to her left, and saw a body in the road. It was just laying there on the ground, and not moving.

Her eyes widened and she ran out the garage towards it. The Losers saw her run out, and followed her.

When El got closer, she felt like she couldn't breath.

It was Mike. Her Mike.