There's No Place Like Hawkins//Stranger Things. SH

FIFTY THREE

The Flayed

"We're going down!" Steve screamed. "We're going down!"

Dustin was swearing, desperately slamming all the buttons. "I don't think that'll work." Cat screamed, tripping over her feet and crashing into the shelves.

"Yeah, no shit, Harrington!" Robin screamed at Steve who was still screaming.

"Why don't these buttons work?!"

"I don't like this!" Cat screamed. "Oh, God, I think I'm gonna be sick." To say it was chaos would be an understatement.

"Please, do not throw up all over us!" Erica yelled. She ran over to where Dustin was frantically pushing the buttons. "Press the button!"

"What do you think I'm doing?!"

"Just make it stop!" Cat screamed.

"You have powers!" Dustin yelled. "Do something!"

Cat pointed a finger at him. "You know damn well I can't control them!"

"Just press the button!" Steve yelled.

The room- well lift, as it seemed to be- came to a crashing stop, sending all of them to the floor. Cat went flying to the floor, the boxes falling on top of her. She tried shoving them away but they were too heavy. Her ankle felt twisted and she realised that she probably fell on it awkwardly in the crash. "Jesus Christ." She groaned.

"My groin. It fell on my groin." Steve complained, pushing the boxes off of himself. "Hope you didn't want kids, babe, because with the way these boxes fell on me..." He stood up and his gaze instantly fell on the boxes piled on top of his girlfriend. "You okay?" He knelt beside her and began lifting the boxes.

"No." Cat replied, her voice muffled. "Everything hurts."

Steve grabbed her hands once she was free from the boxes and began to help her stand up. As soon as she put the slightest bit of pressure on her right foot, she cried out in pain. Steve looked down at Cat's ankle, wincing when he saw how badly twisted it was. "Shit. You really took a fall." He helped her sit down on the floor knowing standing up wasn't the best idea.

"Is everyone okay?" Robin asked, rubbing the back of her head where she hit it.

"No." Cat answered, wiping the blood from her nose.

"Yeah, I'm great, now that I know that Russians can't design elevators! And my girlfriend's busted her leg!" Steve screamed, going over to the buttons and furiously pressing all of them.

Catherine looked at her foot. "Oh, shit, that really is twisted."

"I think we've clearly established that those buttons don't work." Robin told him, her voice relatively calm.

"They're buttons." Steve yelled. "They have to do something." He let out a frustrated sigh. "They need to open so we can get Cat some medical attention."