Sequels Suck

Chapter 17

"YN, you're hurt. We need to call another ambulance. " Dewey took out the rest of the bandage he kept on him. Tying it around your arm as it slowly turned the white cloth red right where the stab was.

You flexed your hand. "I'm fine! I can move my arm, I'm not gushing blood. I need to go with Randy! I'm not waiting for an ambulance-" 

Dewey held your shoulders to look at him. "YN...I know. I want to be in there too but...There is nothing you can do. He was flatlining, he could be-" 

You shoved Dewey away, completely devastated and manic and everything borderlining losing it.  Ready to lose it right there in front of the small crowd forming to see what had happened. 

"He's not! He's going to make it!" Your face dropped as fresh tears rolled down your cheeks. "I have to go to him...Please." 

Gale simply watched you with wide eyes. A bystander on the sidelines of it all. 

Andrews stepped forward. "YN. You do need to get to the hospital and get your arm examined and probably stitches. If you don't want to wait for an ambulance,  we can drive you there. You can see him and get news while helping yourself...And then, you are going somewhere safe." 

"What? I'm staying at the hospital with him until we know for sure he'll make it. If he...No, he will but I have to be there! I-I have to!" You stammered. 

The detective gave you a stern look. "You're putting him in danger if you stay. Think about it; if he lives then the killer has no idea...If the killer is after you; then they will kill him while he's down." 

"But if he dies-" 

Richards added, looking resigned as he said it. "Then there is nothing anyone can do. YN, he could already be dead. You staying will put you in danger and possibly him if he's alive." 

You blinked tears away. Swallowing and slowly nodding. "...Fine." 

Dewey reached over to rub your shoulder. Pain in his own eyes. "It's okay. He'll be alright." 

You felt Dewey drap his jacket over you as yours was soaking in Randy's blood back at the van. Police already were sectioning the crime scene off having just arrived shortly after the ambulance. 

You watched them examining the van and putting up the tape. Everything felt surreal as you were led away, clutching your stinging arm to your chest. And then...You remembered those eyes...You knew Randy was most likely going to die or be dead. You didn't want to admit it but the look he had was the same one Sid had right after Billy plunged the knife in her...And you had two people to blame for that.

A harsh frown formed on your face as you were led into a building before the media got to you. The cafeteria. The image of Billy just standing there on your first day, silently threatening you. It scared you at the time, but now, it just made you seethe with rage. You knew the police would never catch them. Even with a description, they weren't capable of it. If they were this bold then that meant their bullshit plan was coming very soon. Maybe even within the next 24 hours or less. 

You were running out of time and they were forcing you to make a decision. Every single person you knew would hate you for it but if it meant Dewey and your family or even your new friends could have a chance at survival; so be it.

They wanted you so damn bad; They could have you. 

You quietly asked. "Can I...Use the restroom?" 

"You can't wait till the hospital?" 

You shook your head. Richards didn't answer at first, thinking before he nodded. "Andrews is getting the car out front. I'll wait outside the door... We'll have to come back for your things later."