"C'mon we gotta save Bev!" Bill yells as we all hop onto our bikes. "Nope I am not going near that house ever again. The last time I did that a fucking leper came after me and tried to hand me my pills back to me." Eddie says and I roll my eyes. "For fucks sakes Eddie there's fucking bullshit! There placebos!" I yell and his eyes go wide. "So they've been fake this whole time?" He asks, nervous, as he takes out his inhaler. "Even this?!" he asks and throws it on the floor. "Here," I say and hand him my inhaler. "I have slight asthma and so you could take a puff of that," I say and he does as told and his face goes sour. "What!" he says and isn't filled with sadness but with anger. "Alright I'm going," he says and grips his bike handles tightly. "That's my boy," I say as we ride off.

I don't want to do a part two but just imagine yourself as Bev except that you die and Eds cries over your death :)