𝖐𝖓𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖙. || Tara Carpenter x Fem OC !!

XIII

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Tara's third person POV:

It's been nearly three weeks since they finally cleared themselves from Ghostface, and nearly three weeks since Apryl got into her coma. Tara missed her girlfriend immensely, and the days felt like they were getting longer and longer. Tara visited Apryl everyday, sometimes twice on the weekends, but it was never the same as seeing her beautiful smile and hearing her soft comforting voice.

"It just feels like I may never see her again." Tara was in her therapist's office, Ms. Robinson. "I feel so annoyed that she got so badly injured and I wasn't there to help her." Ms. Robinson frowns at Tara, "Hey, none of that was your fault. That entire conflict that happened to you wasn't any of your fault. Apryl was trying to protect you. She's a good partner for you, and I'm sure someday she'll wake up, and if not, I'm positive that she'll always have a special place in your heart, won't she?" The thought of Apryl never waking up made Tara feel sick to her stomach, she tried to not let her thoughts go to the path of Apryl being stuck in a coma for who knows how long. She nods to her therapist, "Always. I just miss her more then anyone could imagine." She looks down to her feet.

Ms. Robinson looks to her watch, as she sighs, "try not to let your overthinking get the best of you, alright? I'm afraid out session is over, but I'm sure you'll get through this, don't worry Tara." Tara smiles to her gratefully. Ever since the entire thing with Ghostface, Tara had started going to therapy, just like she had promised Sam, and at first she hated to admit it, but it helped a lot to clear her mind from everything that has happened in the past two years. "Thank you, Ms. Robinson." She gets up from her maroon colored couch, as she takes her bag and jacket from the coat hanger, and exits the house.

She walks down the streets of New York, it was almost the evening so she assumed that Sam was home at their apartment already. Yes, the entirety of her almost dying, plus her girlfriend almost falling to her death from a ladder 50 feet in the air in that same apartment they still lived in currently did traumatize her a good amount, but she want to leave that behind and focus on all the good memories they had in that building. They mostly cleared out Quinn's things, but Apryl's room was still there, exactly how they left it three weeks ago when they left to go to the theater. Tara spent most of her time in Apryl's room, just to try her best to imagine her with her girlfriend. Sam had gotten a better, more stable job, and worked a side job as a cashier, Tara was still studying in university with her friends, and her grades were pretty good, so she had hope that at least she would have a good job future.

As Tara walked on the sidewalk she felt her phone ringing in her pocket. Taking out her phone she sees that Sam is calling her. Sighing, she picks up the phone, thinking she immediately knew why Sam was calling her, in worry that she wasn't home yet, but that wasn't the reason. "Sorry Sam I'm almost home, I just got let out of therapy a little late I'll be there in like ten-""what?" Sam cuts her off in a confused tone, "I- didn't you call me because you were worried? I'm not kidnapped I promise." She teases as Sam sighs, "what? no! that's not why I called you." Tara stops walking on the sidewalk, "Then, why?"

"Just.." Sam continues, "Meet me at the hospital." Tara's heart felt like it skipped a beat. "Which, hospital.?"

The phone goes silent, until Sam finally mutters out the words, "Apryl's, hospital."

Apryl's POV:

Light shines through my eyelids as I rapidly blink, lifting my hand as I feel a jolt of pain in my stomach.

"Ow.. Shit." I mumble, my voice rasp. wait, shit. Tara. Bailey. Quinn Ethan Rose, wait Rose is already dead never mind, but Tara. oh fuck. I jolt up, sitting up straight, until I feel my entire body sting in pain, like I had cuts everywhere on my body, until I realize that I did, I'm in a hospital bed. My entire stomach was wrapped in bandages, and my shoulder was wrapped too. I felt around my head as I realize part of my head was bandaged, as I feel cuts around my face and a breathing tube in my nose. The part on my body that was probably the least harmed were my legs, there was a few cuts but they were fine, probably still able to walk stable.