Cammie held Max's hand in her own as they walked through the tunnels to try and find the hub. Steve was at the front of them with Mike's map, with Cammie and Max next, then Mike, then Lucas, then Dustin.

"God," Lucas winced as they walked past a few bones on the floor.

"What is this place?" Max asked.

"Guys, come on. Keep moving," Steve said.

"Shit! Help! Help! Help!" Dustin screamed.

"Dustin," Mike muttered.

They all turned around and ran back, seeing Dustin crouched on the floor. He had his mask off and was screaming, wiping his tongue.

"What happened?" Steve shouted.

"It's in my mouth! Some got on my mouth! Shit!" Dustin cried. He coughed and then spat something onto the floor. He looked up sheepishly. "I'm okay," he said.

"Jesus," Cammie rolled her eyes.

"You serious?" Max said.

"Very funny, man. Nice. Very nice," Steve said.

They all turned and kept walking.

"Wait, wait!" Dustin ran after them.

They walked down a few more tunnels before coming into a large circular area where all of the tunnels seemed to connect.

"All right, Wheeler. I think we found your hub," Steve said.

"Drench it," Mike said.

They grabbed the gasoline cannisters and started pouring them everywhere.

"Alright, you guys ready?" Steve said.

"Yeah," Mike said.

"Ready," Lucas said.

"Ready," Max said.

"Light her up," Dustin said.

"Cammie?" Steve looked at her.

She was staring at the lighter in Steve's hand with a frown. She hated fire, especially after what happened to Callum. She'd relived the nightmares enough to have developed a phobia of fire.

"Cam?" Max grabbed Cammie's hand and squeezed it.

Cammie looked away from the lighter and at Steve. He raised an eyebrow.

"You okay?" he said.

Cammie nodded, swallowing roughly.

"Yeah. Light her up," Cammie said.

"I am in such deep shit," Steve sighed.

He opened his lighter and threw it into the gasoline. The fire started spreading immediately, making Cammie flinch, and they all stumbled back.

"Go, go, go!" Steve shouted.

They all started running as fast as they could back down the tunnel they came from.

"Oh my god, oh my god," Dustin cried.

They turned around a few corners, following Steve as he tried to direct them out.

"Help! Help!" Mike screamed.

They turned around, seeing vines were wrapping around his legs. They ran over and Cammie grabbed the vines, pulling them off him with all of her strength. The others got him up and they started running again.

Cammie's head pounded with every footstep she took and her eyes were definitely swelling from Billy beating her up. Her body was starting to feel weak and she knew she wasn't in good condition for when Eleven started using her as a powerbank.

Cammie looked behind them, seeing the fire was starting to spread closer and closer towards them. Her feet stumbled over the ridges on the floor, but Max quickly grabbed her and pulled her along.

"Come on," Max panted.

"My head," Cammie winced.

"I know," Max said.

They shuddered to a stop and Cammie frowned.

"Dart," Dustin whispered.

Dart was growling at them, blocking their exit to the tunnel with the rope. Dustin stepped forward and they all started clamouring to stop him.

"Stop!" he hissed. They fell silent.

"Dustin," Max whispered.

"Trust me. Hey. It's me, it's me. It's just your friend, it's Dustin. It's Dustin, all right? You remember me? Will you let us pass?" he took off his mask and goggles and knelt beside Dart. Dart snarled and Dustin nodded.

"Max," Cammie grabbed her hand, a sharp pain shooting through her head.

Max looked at her and saw blood dripping from Cammie's nose.

"Mike," Max said.

Mike looked at her.

"Dustin, hurry. Eleven's at the gate. It must be out of Will," he hissed.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about the storm cellar. That was a pretty douchey thing to do. You hungry? Yeah?" Dustin said.

"He's insane," Lucas muttered.

"I've got our favourite. See? Nougat," Dustin pulled out some chocolate. "Look at that. Yummy. Here, all right? Eat up, buddy. Come on. Come on," he threw the chocolate onto the ground.

Dart started eating and Dustin waved at them to go passed. They snuck around him, Steve grabbing Cammie once they got into the new tunnel.

"I can't," Cammie cried, clutching her head tightly.

There was a loud rumble and the entire tunnel shook. Cammie stumbled over her feet and Max helped her steady herself.

"Jesus!" Steve cried.

"What was that?" Max asked.

A monster roared in the distance and Cammie's heart dropped.

"They're coming. Run! Run!" Mike shouted.

Steve grabbed Cammie and helped her run, their feet pounding against the shaking floor. Cammie was practically swaying on her feet as she ran, trying to ignore the pain shooting through her from Eleven using her energy.

"There!" Lucas shouted, pointing at the rope.

"Come on! Let's go. Go, go, go! Let's go! Come on! Come on!" Steve dragged them to the rope. "Max, stay with Cammie!" he added.

She nodded.

Steve threw Cammie out first, Max behind her. She hesitated, looking at Lucas grabbing the rope.

"Go! I can get out. Stay with Cammie!" Lucas said.

Max nodded and turned around, looking for Cammie in the glare of the car headlights. Cammie was curled up in a ball on the grass, clutching her head and sobbing painfully.

"Make it stop, make it stop!" she cried.

Max knelt by Cammie's side, pulling her head onto her lap and smoothing blood-stained hair out of her face. She cupped Cammie's cheeks and wiped the tears off her bruising cheeks.

"It's okay, Cam. I'm here," she whispered.

Cammie's entire body was burning from the inside out. She'd never used this much power in her entire life and she felt sick. Cammie turned to the side and vomited into the grass, Max holding her hair back for her.

Cammie knew it was the wrong time to think this, but she prayed that Max would still want to at least be her friend after this. She had hardly made a good impression and now she felt like she was dying in front of the girl she liked, which was not a good way to win her over.

"Make it stop, make it stop," Cammie begged.

She gagged and vomited again. She pulled her jacket off and pushed away from Max, crawling to lie on the grass. She groaned weakly, more sobs heaving out of her chest.

"Make it stop," she sobbed.

"Cammie!" Steve ran to her side once he and Dustin had gotten up.

He rolled her onto her back and winced. Blood was pouring out of her nose, her ears and her mouth. Her eyes were rolling back in her head and, as if a switch had been turned on, she started spasming.

"Cammie," Max cried.

Lucas grabbed her hand and the two of them, Dustin and Mike watched as Steve turned her onto her side so she wouldn't choke or bite on her tongue. Cammie's entire body jerked around on the grass for a few minutes until it all just stopped.

"Eleven," Cammie gasped, falling unconscious.

Cammie woke up two days later in a hospital bed, an IV in her arm and bandages around her head. Much like last time, Steve was waiting for her to wake up, but he was now joined by their parents.

"Oh, honey!" Marissa said, wrapping Cammie into a hug as tears streamed down her face.

"Mom," Cammie buried her face in Marissa's neck, holding tightly to her mom as she started to cry. "It really hurts," she whispered.

"Oh, baby," Marissa kissed her forehead. "I'll go and get a doctor, okay? Peter, stay with her," Marissa said, leaving the room quickly.

Peter stepped forward, running his hand through his hair. He looked exhausted, more exhausted than Cammie had ever seen him look, even after last year and the first year she'd lived with them.

"Hey, kiddo," Peter said, grabbing her hand and leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"Hi," Cammie said.

"Mom will be back with the doctor and they'll check you out. And all of your friends are waiting outside to see you," Peter said.

"What happened?" Cammie asked.

"You don't remember?" Peter frowned, looking over at Steve.

Steve pulled his best innocent face on.

"I just found her like this, dad. I told you, I really don't know what happened," Steve said.

Peter sighed, running his hands through his hair again.

"You don't remember, Cam?" he asked.

"No," Cammie mumbled, looking at Steve.

He waited until Peter turned his back on them, then held a finger to his lips. She nodded once.

The door opened and Marissa stepped back inside with a doctor.

"Hello, Camden. I'm Dr. Johnson. Your mom says you're feeling pretty sore. You mind if I do a quick exam?" the doctor said.

"Okay," Cammie nodded.

Dr. Johnson stepped to her side, starting to check her machines before moving to check her heart with his stethoscope.

"She said she doesn't remember what happened," Peter said.

"You don't, Camden?" Dr. Johnson asked.

Cammie shook her head.

"No, I don't," Cammie lied.

"Well, that's okay. I don't want us to worry just yet," Dr. Johnson said. "Amnesia is common after head injuries and Camden has a long history of amnesia and head injuries. It might come to her in the next few hours, days, weeks, months. It might never come to her. But what matters is that she's alive and she's awake," he said.

Marissa and Peter nodded.

"Camden, I want to ask you a few questions," Dr. Johnson said. Cammie nodded. "Do you know your full name?" he said.

"Camden Mary Elise Harrington," Cammie said.

"And your date of birth?" Dr. Johnson said.

"We don't know the actual day she was born. She had no records before we adopted her. Doctors could only give us an estimate of her being six years old," Marissa said.

"Do you have a day you say is your birthday, then?" Dr. Johnson said.

"Yeah. Uh, twenty fifth of March," Cammie said.

She was just glad that her parents had actually picked March to be her birthday month, considering her actual birthday was the third of March. If their estimations were off by a few days, fair enough, but they were closer than she'd expected them to guess.

"And do you know what town you live in?" Dr. Johnson asked.

"Hawkins," Cammie said.

"Good. And, last one, favourite colour?" Dr. Johnson said.

"Red. Or blue," Cammie said.

"I thought it was pink," Peter said.

"I changed my mind a few days ago," Cammie said.

Steve smirked into his hand, having figured out the exact reason why Cammie had changed her mind about pink being her favourite colour.

"Well, she seems to show no signs of amnesia from before the accident, which is good. Camden, what's the last thing you remember?" Dr. Johnson said.

"I went for a walk in the woods behind the house. I don't remember anything else," Cammie lied.

"And, Steve, you said you found her in your backyard?" Dr. Johnson said.

"Yeah, by the gate. She was passed out and I just thought she'd fainted, but I saw the blood, so I panicked and drove her straight here," Steve said.

"And how did you get your bruises?" Dr. Johnson asked.

"I got into a fight with one of the kids in school a few days ago," Steve said.

Dr. Johnson nodded.

"Okay. Well, her heart sounds good and her stats all look good, too," Dr. Johnson said. "I'm just going to check your head. Lean forward for me," he said.

Camden sat up and leaned forward, letting him unwrap the bandage at the back of her head. He shone his torch on the stitches and nodded.

"That looks good, too. Healing nicely," Dr. Johnson said.

"What actually happened? Like, to me? What injuries and stuff do I have?" Cammie asked.

"Well, you hit your head pretty hard and you cracked your skull open in the same place as last year, so we stitched that back up for you and you're healing very nicely. You also have some severe bruising to your face and nose, but nothing is broken and the bruises will fade over the next few days. But, other than that, you're doing pretty good," Dr. Johnson said.

"When can I go home? I hate hospitals," Cammie said.

"I'm going to order another set of labs to be done and, if they're all good, I'm happy to send you home first thing tomorrow morning," Dr. Johnson smiled.

"I have a few questions, Dr. Johnson," Marissa said.

"Of course. Shall we step outside, give Camden some time for her visitors to see her?" Dr. Johnson said.

"Sounds good. We'll be back soon, kiddo," Peter said.

"Okay. Thanks," Cammie nodded.

Marissa kissed her forehead before leaving the room with Peter and Dr. Johnson. The door closed over and Cammie looked at Steve.

"Really? Amnesia?" Cammie whispered.

"Blame Mike. He thought that, considering you've had it before, they wouldn't question it. And, honestly, they've been quite chill, considering the state you're in," Steve said.

"Did we do it?" Cammie asked.

"We did. They're all waiting to see you, even El. Hopper's got her dressed up in this mad outfit. She looks insane," Steve chuckled.

"Can you send them in?" Cammie asked.

Steve nodded.

He stood up and kissed her forehead.

"I'm really glad you're okay, Cam. For a minute, I didn't think you would be," Steve mumbled.

"I've had worse, Stevie. I'm fine," Cammie smiled.

"I'll get the others," Steve said, heading to the door.

The door opened ten minutes later and Steve stepped in, holding the door open for the others. Joyce was at the front, with Will and Hopper right behind her. Then Johnathon, Nancy, Eleven, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and finally, Max.

"Cam!" Will shoved through everyone and jumped on the bed, hugging Cammie tightly.

Cammie laughed and hugged her best friend back, ruffling his hair before cupping his cheeks.

"Oh, you look good! The colour is finally back in your cheeks," she said.

"How's my fruit loop doing?" Will asked.

"Still kickin', as usual," Cammie grinned.

"Stop hogging her, Will," Joyce chuckled.

Will rolled his eyes fondly before climbing off her bed, making a movement with his arms to tell the others Cammie was free game.

The boys stepped forward first, the three of them piling on her in a group hug.

"Aw, it's our annual hug in a hospital bed," Cammie said.

"Why is it we only ever hug you when you're in here?" Mike said.

"Because you panic for a while that I'm gonna die, so you hug me, and then you remember how annoying I am the rest of the time and you don't do it until I almost die again," Cammie said.

"Sounds about right," Lucas laughed, pulling the boys off her. "Are you okay, though?" he said.

"I'm good. I promise," Cammie said.

"Okay, my turn," Eleven said.

Cammie laughed and opened her arms.

"C'mon, El," she said.

Eleven hurried over and hugged her tightly.

"I'm sorry," Eleven said.

"No, it's not your fault. Don't worry. I'm okay," Cammie said. "Honestly. I'm okay," she said.

Eleven nodded, resting her head on Cammie's shoulder.

"I think Max likes you. She's been walking up and down for hours," Eleven whispered.

"Thanks, El," Cammie mumbled, patting Eleven's shoulder.

Eleven nodded and climbed off the bed. Hopper walked over, ruffling her hair carefully.

"You good?" he said.

"I'm good," Cammie nodded.

He nodded.

"Good," he said.

Johnathon and Nancy nodded their hellos.

"We're glad you're okay, Cammie," they said.

"Thanks, guys," she said.

Joyce stepped over next, cupping Cammie's cheeks and kissing her forehead.

"Thank you, Cammie, for everything," Joyce said.

"Sure. Any time," Cammie said.

Joyce chuckled before moving aside.

Max looked at Cammie for a few seconds before giving her a weak smile, tears in her eyes.

"Hey, Max," Cammie said.

Max looked at her for a few seconds before hurrying forward, wrapping her arms around Cammie's neck. She buried her face in Cammie's neck, starting to cry as Cammie hugged her back.

"I'm sorry. I just... I thought you died. You stopped moving and you were barely breathing and you had a seizure, too, and there was so much blood," Max whispered.

"It's okay. I'm okay, I promise," Cammie mumbled.

Max nodded, pulling back and standing beside the bed as she wiped her tears.

"We'll let you kids talk," Hopper said, wrapping his arm around Joyce and leading her out of the room.

Cammie looked around the teenagers.

"Everything is over then, right?" Cammie asked.

"It should be," they said. She sighed and rubbed her face tiredly.

"Did my skirt get ruined with all the blood?" she asked.

"Are you kidding? You almost die and you ask about your skirt?" Mike said.

"It's my favourite skirt! I wore it the first time I met El," Cammie huffed.

"It's okay," Eleven said. Cammie smiled.

"Good," she said. "I love that skirt," she said.