I'm Sorry- A Slipknot Story

Chapter 69

-midnight-

-Liz's POV-

I wake up and look around, feeling a nasal cannula and needles in my forearm. I look over to my left and see Sid in an odd position in the chair; his left leg on the armrest, his other leg on the floor, his right shoulder being a pillow while his arm's straight out and his hand hold mine and his left arm's draped over his head.

I look to the right and see Corey on the other chair, sitting regularly with his right arm on the armrest. His hand's holding mine, and his first finger twitches lightly. I look around the room and see that Joey's sleeping on the windowsill, Jim's leaning on Chris, Mick's in a corner to keep himself upright, Shawn's face-down on the floor, Paul's under the windowsill and I can't find Craig. I look in the corners and don't find him, seeing Craig's shoes at the foot of my bed.

'He must be sleeping against the foot of my bed,' I think as I hear a knock on the doorframe. I look over and a nurse steps over Shawn, surprised at the amount of people in here.

"Hey, how are you feeling," she whispers, checking my IV and blood bags.

"Tired, confused on why someone would do this, but other than that, I'm good," I whisper. I don't want to wake up the guys just yet.

"That's good. That means you can go home," she whispers, holding out a sign-out sheet and pen. I take the pen and sign myself out, getting my clothes back.

"Ah, could you help me with something," I whisper.

"Could you hold his hand while I get dressed? He'll wake up if I let go," I whisper. 

She takes Sid's hand and he shifts, thankfully not waking up. I let go of Corey's hand and set it on the bed, getting help with my shirt. I get my needles out of my arm but the nasal cannula stays, the nurse saying I had to have oxygen for a few days. I get a portable oxygen concentrator and I put it on, it having a cross-body strap to make it a little more comfortable. I thank her and take Sid's hand, letting her go back to her work.

"Sid," I whisper, lightly squeezing his hand. He wakes up and open his eyes, seeing me up.

"What time is it," he asks.

"A little past midnight," I say. 

He nods and rubs his face, pausing when he realizes I'm actually walking. He jumps up and gently hugs me, still a little tired from sleeping here. I hug him and he lets go, helping me wake the guys up. I walk to Corey and grab his hand, tugging on it while hearing the other guys get up. Joey falls off the windowsill and lands with a thud, making me keep in a laugh.

"Corey," I say. I stop tugging on his hand and let it go, making him wake up with a jolt.

"What," he asks, making me smile.

"Time to go. We have to be in Maine tomorrow," I say. He jumps up and hugs me, making sure he doesn't touch my wound. He lets go and I turn to the guys, seeing someone at the door.

"Excuse me, do you know where room 103 is," they ask.

"It should be down a few more rooms to the right," I say. They thank me and the guys look at the door, then me.

"What did you see," Chris asks.

"What do you mean? There was someone-"

I pause and I turn to Corey, who's looking at me with wide eyes.

"It came back," Corey says.

"What did," Sid asks. 

I walk out and ghosts float through me and the guys, some apologizing to us. I nod and all of the guys but Corey looks at me like I'm high and talking about toast. I make it to the exit and walk out, getting stopped by Chris. He turns me around and they look at me like I'm crazy, demanding that I explain.

"What did you see and why did you say what you did," he asks.

"This is a long story that I can't tell you now. We, more like you, have to get to Maine," I say. I turn back and hop on the bus, being forced to sit in the living space on the couch.

"Guys," I whine, "I'm fine. I just got stabbed a few hours ago, I'm already okay."

"Just that. You got stabbed a few hours ago, so you need to rest," Corey says, nods coming from the other guys.

"Really? Corey, who almost took their eye out in the woods," I ask.

"You," he says.

"And who tore their shin open on barbed wire but kept running," I ask.

"You," he says. He gets what I mean and I take my concentrator off, setting it beside me as Corey sits beside me.

"Can I see it," Joey asks.

"It's wrapped but probably," I say. I lift my shirt a little and there's white bandages wrapped around my abdomen.

"It's right here," I say.

I put my finger on it and pull down the wrap, showing the freshly stitched wound. I pull it back up and put my shirt back, noticing my blood on my hand. I look at it and Sid holds up his hand, showing my blood on his hand. We put our hands together and my hand's a little smaller than his.

"We should probably wash our hands before bed," I say.

"Yeah probably," Sid agrees.