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Sunday 4:53 PM

After spending 2 nights and 1 day in the hospital you were finally getting discharged.
After talking with Dewey and getting more information on what happened Friday night, You we're terrified to say the least. There was a killer on the loose who recently attacked you and would most likely come back to finish the job.

The whole time you were in the hospital your room was guarded by police officers, the only people who were allowed to visit you was your mother and Tatum. Since Tatum was Dewey's younger sibling she could easily embarrass him just enough to let her see you. Whenever she came by to see you she would tell you all the drama about her and Stu, but it was mostly to gossip on who she thought the killer was. She kept bringing up the idea that it might of been Randy, since he was a horror movie geek he would probably know how to get away with murder but you always shut that idea down really fast. Although you agreed that randy was a bit of a geek he wasn't anywhere near insane, in fact he was far from it. 

You waited in the waiting room for your mom to pick you up when the nurse at the front desk got a phone call, having nothing better to do you listen in a bit.

"Woodsboro general hospital this is Angie how may I help you today?" The nurse asked

"Oh , we do have a patient under that name but unfortunately she's getting discharged." She paused giving the other person a chance to talk.

"Yes she's still here, I will ask her please wait while I put you on hold." The nurse dropped the phone before slowly making her way to you. Since you were currently sitting down she bent down a little to get to your eye level.

"Hi sweetheart" she's says in an obviously fake tone
"There's someone on the phone for you, she says her name is Tatum, Would you like to take a call with her?"

You slowly nod your head, and make your way over to the phone and pick it up placing it over your left ear.

"Hello, Tatum?" You say into the phone

"HEY Y/N, look Dewey just got off the phone with your mom, she just went on a business trip and won't be back until next month so she said you'd be spending a few nights at my house!!" Tatum half yelled excitedly into the phone.

"Also Dewey's coming to pick you up, he should be there in a few minutes. Anyways I gotta go I'll see you later."
Tatum says right before hanging up the phone. You put the phone down and wait by the door.

You watch the door until you see a familiar cop car pulling into the parking lot, you walk to his car and get into the back seat only to see your back pack and a duffel bag in the back seat. Dewey looks over and says "I'm assuming Tatum called you, your mom packed your school stuff in your backpack and your clothes and bathroom stuff in the duffel bag."

"Ok, thanks for picking it up Dewey" you say hopping in the backseat as Dewey drives into the direction of his house.

"It's really no problem kid, how's your hip? I noticed your hands healed pretty fast." He says trying to lighten up the mood. You smile slightly at Dewey, you were happy that Dewey was trying to make you more relaxed.

"It feels fine right now, they gave me some strong pain meds. And ya my hands did heal pretty fast but it's probably only cause it was small cuts." You say

The rest of the ride is quiet other than the rattling of what ever Dewey had in the back seat and the bottle of pain meds in your pocket. You pull up to Tatums house, Grabbing your bags you make your way into the house saying hi to Tatums parents than making your way up to her room. Opening the door you see Tatum sitting on her bed so you placed your stuff on the other twin bed.