Sequels Suck

Chapter 19

You sat at the edge of the hospital bed with a hospital gown on, just getting your freshly stitched arm bandaged when you saw three people rush in. Hallie instantly ran towards you.

"Oh my god, what happened?!" She was pushed back along with Derek and Mickey by cops but you motioned them in. "It's okay, they're my friends." 

The cops relented before allowing them to go to your bed. Derek instantly tried sitting down beside you and you subconsciously shifted away. 

"YN, we saw the ambulance and police but no one is saying names. " Mickey urged. 

Derek looked into your eyes with concern. "What happened? Are you okay?"

You held up a hand and gave a tight lipped smile. "I'm okay. Just a stab-" 

"JUST a stab?!" Derek exclaimed.

"Well, compared to a few years ago its manageable and...Compared to what happened to Randy." 

Mickey tilted his head. "Randy? What the hell happened to Randy?" 

You took in a heavy sigh. You didn't know what to tell them...Because...What if Billy and Stu were right? What if they weren't the killer and the killer was someone in your group? It seemed crazy considering but you didn't know what to think...What if someone in your group was helping them? 

You swallowed. "Um...He was attacked really bad. I don't know if he'll make it. I think they life flighted him but I don't know."  

Hallie covered her mouth before placing a hand on your shoulders. "YN, I'm so sorry! Is he?-" 

"We don't know. The killer attacked me for trying to get to him." 

Derek leaned towards you. "YN, don't worry. We'll make sure you're safe." 

You stared at him. His eyes intense as he stared at you. What was once endearing felt unnerving. You didn't know who to trust…

Richards came back behind the curtain. "That won't be necessary. YN, we'll need to keep your clothes you wore today...Evidence. You can keep Mr. Riley's jacket." 

Hallie spoke up, her thumb up toward the door behind her. "Oh, do you need me to go back to the dorm and pick up an outfit for her?" 

You smiled. "Could you? Something comfy?" 

She smiled back. "Sure. No problem. Derek, can you drive me?" 

Mickey scoffed. "Why can't I drive you?" 

Hallie gave him a look. "Because I don't trust your driving or your hands. You drove us over here like you were in a drag race." Mickey gave her a grimace and motioned at the cops in the room. She rolled her eyes as they didn't seem to care. Way more important matters at hand then a reckless college kid driving erratically. 

Derek looked like he wanted to protest but nodded. "Yeah, sure. Mickey?" 

Mickey tossed him the keys. Derek grabbed your hand and gave it a light squeeze. "I'll be right back." 

You nodded as you watched them leave. Mickey stood there as Richards left for a moment. 

"Uh, so...This is real huh?" He mumbled.

"Looks like it." 

"Yeah, a movie is one thing but this..." He sat at the end of the bed a foot away from you with a heavy sigh. "You gonna be okay?" 

"Nope. But what else can I do? I know the two guys behind this. I'm going to the station after this and filling out a report." 

Mickey blinked repeatedly. "Oh...Really? Who?"