My Boyfriend's Back

Twenty-Eight

It's been an hour since Stu left. I tried hitting the call button for a nurse because the pain in my side was insane. So I took it upon myself to go look for someone. I ripped the IV out of my arm and pulled everything else off of me and got out of bed. I groaned in pain and stood still for a few seconds to let the pain subside before moving towards the door. 

There were supposed to be detectives or something posted outside the hospital and my room but when I opened the door nobody was there. "No wonder Stu got in so easily." As I walked down the hall I noticed that the only lights that were on were near the nurses station and the little lights near the baseboards on the walls every few feet. 

I slowed down as I got closer and closer to the nurses station, stopping when I got to the end of the hall. It was quiet. No machines beeping. No talking from the nurses or noise from tvs coming from any of the rooms. I turned the corner to see the nurses station was empty. I walked further around it and gasped. There were two nurses laying on the floor in a pool of blood. 

I spun around trying to see if I could see anyone or anything but there was nobody in sight. Just more blood; little drops of it leading down another hall. Now I know I should mind my own fucking business and just go back to my room, maybe try and call Dewey or the fucking police but curiosity killed the cat. Much like ghostface killed these nurses. Too soon? 

I slowly made my way down the hall, following the drops of blood that turned into small pools. This had to be some kind of nightmare. This shit only happens in the movies. Of course, my life was a movie if I thought about it enough. At least there's a movie about my life. Not an accurate one but still. 

Just as I was making my way around the corner I stopped and pressed myself against the wall. The blood belonged to one of the officers and the person responsible was standing over him. The all too familiar black robe and ghostface mask stood there, knife in hand and blood dripping from it. I walked along the wall backwards trying to be as quiet as I could. That was until I ran into a medication cart and knocked shit all over the floor. 

Heavy boots hit the floor as they grew closer to me until the killer finally appeared within seconds. He stopped at the end of the hall and pointed his knife towards me, tilting his head. My eyes widened and I spun on my heels running down the hall as fast as I could. As I rounded a corner I heard the heavy footsteps of the killer chasing me. The adrenaline that started to pump through my veins helped numb the pain in my side. 

I tired doors as I went but everyone of them were fucking locked. There's no way this was fucking real. How did my life turn into a real life fucking horror movie?! I stumbled around another corner not even bothering to look behind me. I could hear ghostface following me. I came to a stop when I saw the second officer laying on the floor, blood pooled around his body, guts on the outside and wrapped around his neck. 

I turned around expecting to see the killer but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead of going back the way I came, I carefully walked around the dead officer trying to make sure I didn't step in the blood with my bare feet. The last thing I needed was to leave bloody footprints leading straight to me. My stomach turned at the sight of the brutal display. "There has to be someone here somewhere." 

I was walking past a supply closet when the door opened and I was yanked inside. My scream was muffled by a hand over my mouth. "Shh. It's just me. It's just me, baby." I pulled out of his grip and pushed him away from me. "What the fuck?!" I whispered. Stu held up his hands and slowly brought a finger up to his lips. Just as I went to say something, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed in my ears. 

The sliver of light that had been coming through the bottom of the door was blocked out. Someone was standing on the other side. Stu put all his body weight against the door with a hand on the handle. I guess it's a good thing the door opened inwards. What felt like hours but was only seconds the footsteps faded down the hall. The adrenaline was slowly leaving my body and the pain was hitting me hard. 

"Where the fuck have you been?" I asked in a hushed tone. "They didn't have any of your favorite candy or snacks in the vending machines so I went out. When I got back to your room though…" I scoffed, "how convenient that you just show up and know exactly where I am." 

"This whole floor is empty. The only people they had on it were those nurses, the useless pigs that were supposed to be watching you and you. The other half of this floor is also under construction. So it's not really hard to figure out where you were going to go." I rolled my eyes and slumped down onto the floor, holding my side. "Shit, babe, you're bleeding." 

Stu knelt in front of me and lifted my shit to look at my side. "Okay, I'm going to go find this fucker. The stairs are just around the corner. Get downstairs. That pig out there called for backup before he was gutted. And before you ask, I was too busy looking for you." He walked closer to me, not that he wasn't already close to me with the small space we were in. 

"Stay in here until the cops come. I'm going to go make sure that fucker is gone and then get the fuck out of here before they get here and find me then lock me away from you." He grabbed my face gently and kissed me. "I love you." I pushed him and shook my head. "Just go, Stu. Please." He nodded his. "Okay. Okay, I'm going. Just stay here, please." 

He opened the door and disappeared. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes until I heard several people talking and slowly opened the door. "Hands up!" I gasped as a gun was shoved in my face. "Holy shit! I don't think you're supposed to stick a gun in the face of the girl you assholes were supposed to be protecting!" I held onto my side and leaned against the door. 

"Yn!" I looked around the fucker who still had his gun pointed at me. Dewey came lu

limping over and pushed the gun away from me. "Are you okay?" He asked.  I nodded my head, "yeah, just in a lot of pain and bleeding from moving too much." He nodded and led me away to the elevators. 

"Well, have someone take care of that and make sure you get something for the pain. I'm so sorry, yn." I shook my head, "it's fine, Dewey. Who would have thought the killer would come here to try and kill me."