SCREAM THE SERIES: Back for Blood Episode 1

A Dreamy Hospital

I wake up feeling extremely weird, I can't wait to get up for the morning and go to school. But that doesn't seem right... Oh, I remember. I was attacked yesterday. Or maybe the day before yesterday? I don't quite know. I fully wake up and realize I'm in a hospital room, I remember what happened to me and wonder why I'm not feeling pain. I look down and see an IV, that must be why I'm not feeling anything, they drugged me up. That also explains why it feels like I'm the happiest I've ever been when my coworker got decapitated and I got partially filleted like a fish. I look at the hospital bed blanket over my legs and nervously start to take it off as I'm hot and want to see the damage. I neglect to consider the fact they bandaged up my wounds as I'm in a hospital after all. I take off the blanket and I notice my knees first. They're bruised and look like coconuts with splotches of purple compared to my olive skin, not to mention the small bandages covering my knees, I guess to bandage the scrapes. Then I notice the elephant in the room; my feet. They're covered in a cast. I don't know what to make of this. Have my Achilles tendons been slashed? I remember learning about medical injuries in a book last summer and a common way of keeping the feet safe after an Achilles tendon rupture is covering the feet in a cast. I ponder this but continue to look at my wounds. I can't look at my back, despite there being no pain, any movement too far forward puts immense pressure on my back, almost as if something were peeling off of my back. I know my skin isn't actually peeling, I know from having papercuts and from having cuts on the back of my hands, that bending them too far feels like your skin is coming off. I notice my hand wrapped in a bandage. It takes me a minute but then I remember me grabbing the knife I was attacked with from the person's hand. The blade was against my palm and not my fingers, so thankfully I only got my palm cut open and not my fingers almost severed. Then finally, I pull up my shirt look on the right side of my chest, and see a huge bandage going down it. As I'm looking, someone walks in the door. "I see you've seen we've fixed you up." A person says as I look up, identifying them as a nurse from their scrubs. "I'm Nurse Jessie." A blonde, tall man who has to be no more than 18 or 19. I look down to my casted feet and ankles. "Don't worry. Your Achilles tendons aren't severed. Whoever did that to you was a few inches off." He says smiling. I smile back, and not just because of the drugs, but because I'm genuinely happy. Something about Jessie just makes me happy. "How old are you?" I ask, curious. "19, I started nursing school as soon as I graduated and got hired due to my teacher knowing HR." He says looking at me. "Oh! Well, that makes sense. You do look young." I say. "I would ask how old you are but I looked at your file." He laughs. I smile at this. I think I'm developing a crush on him. I know he's 19, but I'm turning 18 in February, a month away. He walks over to a computer next to me and starts typing. I assume he's busy and pick up a mirror, when I look at my face, it has a few bruises. "Don't worry you still look pretty." He says as he stares at me. That's when it clicks. I went to school with him. His name is Jessie Prim. He was only 2 grades above me and we shared 3 classes when I was a freshman and he was a junior. I remember him constantly staring at me in my freshman and sophomore years before he went to nursing school. I realized why he stared at me so much. A normal person would start pursuing him, which don't get me wrong, he is really cute and he's flirting with me, and I have and did have a little crush on him, but ever since freshman year, I also had a crush on another boy. His name is Reese, Reese Anderson. Reese is the quarterback of the football team and I've always liked him. We've shared most of our classes every year, and they were Honors and AP classes because, unlike stereotypes, not all jocks are idiots. He's not a part of my friend group and I don't know if I can call him a close friend or not, but we're at least friends. We talk in most of our classes, but we don't hang out after school. Anyway when Jessie left, despite me liking him, it was a relief because it meant I didn't have to choose between the two. I'm monogamous like most people so I can't date multiple people at the same time. I respect those who can participate in polyamory, but I personally can't, It's exhausting committing time to one relationship, let alone 2 or more. But I digress. Seeing Jessie again starts to make me feel anxious, not wanting to choose between the two, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I haven't seen Jessie in 2 years and I don't know if Reese is gay. Even if both are gay or bi, which I know Jessie is bi, then I don't have to commit now. I can just flirt with them both and then choose if I need to. "Hey, you okay? I didn't get to speak to you last night." Jessie says as I turn to face him. "You came in and you woke up. Somewhat. Anyway, I came over to make sure you were okay because I recognized you as Sammie, aka the cute boy from high school. And you passed back out and you were wheeled away. I had to personally request to be your nurse." He tells me all of this, and I figured he liked me all this time but hearing him calling me cute still catches me off guard. "You requested to be my nurse?" I ask, heart pounding from that good feeling of butterflies in your stomach when you're waiting for something romantic. "Yeah, and don't worry I didn't do it to be creepy, because that sounds creepy out of context. I did it because I was worried about you, and wanted an excuse to check on you without needing to go through the extra hassle of waiting for a good time." I smile at this, liking how he wanted to make sure I was okay. "Do you want to talk about your injuries or no? I understand if you don't want to considering what happened." He tells me. "I'd rather not." I say looking down. I catch a glimpse of him in my peripheral vision. "Your mom already knows the extent of everything and how long you have to stay. Oh, also your friends and mom are here to speak to you. Before I go, just know that that red button on your remote calls for me. And this too." He smiles and winks as he gives me his Snapchat and phone number. "Thanks! I'll use these!" I smile at him and he comes close to me. "May I?" He asks as he picks up my unbandaged hand and holds it. "Of course." I tell him. He kisses the back of my hand and gently sets it back down. "Sweet dreams Sammie." He tells me as he walks out the door.