𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

𝟓: 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬

Everything had been going the way I would've never imagined to happen again. It was like instant memories replaying back and forth.

The blinding lights was the first thing in sight. The main reason why I had woken up. I felt limp. I couldn't recall anything that had happened last night. Not yet at least. My brain was fuzzy, everything blurred.

I was weak, it was like dozens of cords were planted all over my upper body. Distinct chatter erupted outside the room. I was in a hospital. Bandages were on me because of the psycho break-in from last night.

It hit like a brick, whereas that was mostly the back pain. I adjusted to the room I was in, spotting someone asleep in a chair. A very familiar someone.

"Mickey..!?" I whisper-shouted, my voice cracking slightly. He shifted in his position, keeping his eyes closed.

"Hm?" he casually said, draped in the chair. Mickey opened his eyes, squinting at me. "Well, well. Looks like the angel is finally awake..." he joked. I couldn't stand that specific nickname. Mickey got up, walking over and leaning over. He breathed on an exposed part of my skin, taking in the bandaged up cuts before him. "They suit you, cuts you out for the final girl look." assuming he was talking about my neck, I gawked at him.

I rolled my eyes and ignored what he had just said. "What're you doing here?" I asked. "How'd you know I was ended up here.." I found it odd. I couldn't think much of it though, I was hopelessly woozy.

"Word kind of spread. Y'know I'm not too far from your dorm either.." Mickey explained. I slowly nodded.

"Where's Hallie? Is she okay?" I was cautious, anxious about her.

"She's fine..other room. We can't check on her just yet, her head is being treated." Mickey grimaced.

I felt myself confused to one unanswered question. "How did police know to come?" I questioned. Mickey stared at me like I was insane, due to the amount of questions.

"Supposedly, Hallie was awaken from her impact, still woozy--and dialed 911 after the killer took off." he shrugged. "All I heard though."

I had so many questions to ask, I just didn't want to speak anymore. Mickey knew I was out of it. "Here, let me get the nurse." he skimmed away. I was surprised he hadn't disciplined me about the fact I wasn't 'keeping myself safe.' Like I was suppose to know who was on the other side of the phone.

Mickey entered the room, this time with a nurse by his side. "She's awake, sorta dizzy. She's climbing all over her words." he shook his head, almost face palming. The nurse rushed over, checking the stats beside me.

"Heart-rates fine, blood pressure is doing good. We could run some extra tests for her, just to confirm everything's all right." The nurse offered. She obnoxiously clicked her pen on her clipboard. "When she was brought in she had several minor injuries. We wrapped those up, so I should assume the tests will come back with positive review. We still can take them if you want to be for sure."

Mickey gave me a persuasive look. I shook my head. "No, I feel fine." I politely said.

"You sure? I think you should stay for a bit more, y'know?" Mickey assured.

"She should be alright. As long as she can breathe and walk normally, we're all set here." she had approved. "I just need a signature down here; as well as for you, you have to sign it too. Assuming that you're going to be leading her out?" the nurse handed me the pen and clipboard. My hands shakily wrote the signature as I leaned and passed it to Mickey.

"I'm going to make sure she's safe." Mickey looked me deep in the eye. I could spot a small smirk that wanted to release from the inner corners of his mouth. My stomach churned as I got up, Mickey grabbing my waist for support.