The first thing Christine Wheeler awoke to was the sound of a car engine, her head immediately starting to pound again. She grunted a little bit, her eyes flickering open as she did so, before they open wide, the girl letting out a terrified little noise.
"Who's driving?!" She surprised everyone in the car, the girl turning her head to look at a still very unconscious Steve Harrington.
"Sit back Christine. Billy blunt force trauma'd you and you went out. Cold." Dustin said, reaching over Steve and trying to push the girl back to a more comfortable position. It was then that she finally caught sight of who was in fact driving, her stomach turning as she started to shout.
"Pull over! Pull over!" Steve started to stir, his eyes fighting to open. The first thing he caught sight of was the can of gasoline that Mike was gripping. And then he heard Christines incessant and terrified shouting, but his ears were ringing to loud for him to figure out what she was saying. He could see the blood that was under her nose and mouth, his eyes reclosing as he tried to stay awake. He groaned, his hand lifting to his nose, but Dustin quickly pulling it down.
"No, don't touch it. Hey buddy..." Dustin shushed him, his voice echoing around his head. "It's okay. You put up a good fight. He kicked your ass but you put up a good fight. You're okay buddy."
"Max pull this goddamn car over right now!" Christine said, Steve finally able to make out what she was saying. Their legs were tangled together all over the backseat of a car.
"Christine we don't have time!"
"What's going on?" Steve finally noticed Max in the drivers seat, his eyes widening as he realized the enw apparent danger in his life. "Oh my...oh my God!"
"Steve relax she's driven before."
"Yeah, in a parking lot."
"That counts."
"Pull over!"
"They were gonna leave you two behind but I promised that you'd both be cool okay? Christine you need to chill out!" Dustin said, getting the girls attention. Steve was now gripping the back of Christines shirt, pure fear in his eyes as he stared at the 13 year old who was driving the car. Max hit the gas, both Christine and Steve yelling for them to stop the car.
"I told you they'd freak out!"
"Everybody shut up! I'm trying to focus!" Max screamed back at them.
"Oh wait, thats Mount Sinai. Make a left!"
"What?"
"Make a left!" Max drove into a mailbox, Steve screaming in pure terror as she swung the left, all of them screaming out as Steve scrambled to find something to hold onto. He gripped Christine who was still leaning forwards, trying to convince them to let her drive. The rest of the ride was them all screaming and arguing, Christine hitting Mike a few times as Steve just kept his arms around her stomach. After what felt like an eternity the car finally stopped, all of them cheering for Max as she got out of the car. They all scrambled out, Christine crawling through the drivers seat and running around the back to the kids.
"What in the fuck is going on?! What part of 'we're not going' do you not understand?!" She said, grabbing some of the things from their hands and throwing them back in the trunk, the kids only reaching and grabbing them again.
