Fuck You! (Scream 6 Fanfiction)

Chapter 17

Summary:

Ethan has a saving grail, Tara and Chad play doctor, Sam makes a decision, and Chad and Tara come to a conclusion.

Notes:

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And we're almost done!!! WOOO!

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Ethan wasn't much of a believer.

He wasn't a man of God, nor did he believe in anything most would put their faith in. His family never attended church, not even during holidays like Easter or Christmas. Faith was not something the Bailey family tended to have. If you even knew them the barest amount, you would know they didn't have faith in each other, so why would they have faith in a God?

Ethan was starting to think he was a believer now.

He would worship the ground Tara and Chad walk on without a second thought. They were all he believed in, all he lived for. They were all he had. It was hard not to worship them, not with them learning over him where he lay on the glass-shattered floor.

Even with the pain blooming in his side and the adrenaline running through his veins, all he could do was look on in awe at the beauty of the two above him. The lighting of the room casts halos around their hair, bathing them in the warm yellow light. He can see their mouths moving, their frantic eyes overlooking him, yet he hears nothing.

He feels himself smile as his vision blurs.

"Chad what the hell–"

"I don't know," He sounds just as frantic as her, his eyes never leaving Ethan's body below them. Tara doesn't know who to look at. "He like broke in or something and we got into a fight, and now we're here..." His eyes finally look up at her, his dark eyes staring into her own with concern. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Tara let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, swallowing down the thick lump in her throat. "I'm okay." She's not okay, and they both know that. She's stuck, figuratively, in a room with no windows. She's so lost, but that's something she's always been since she was a little girl with barely any memories. "Should we–"

Ethan lets out a sputtering groan below them, and she can't help but wince when she looks down. Shit, right, a supposed-to-be dead ex-friend who tried to murder them was dying right now. To make it more complicated, she somehow has very complicated feelings towards this said person. Not important right now.

"Okay, okay," Chad mumbles, seemingly to hype himself up. "How do you get a table leg out of a person, then save their life?" They both ignore the elephant sitting in the room with them, why would they want to save Ethan?

Tara turns around and rips the tablecloth off the table, the thick cloth should be enough to at least stop the bleeding, right? "Chad, there's a first aid kit in the bathroom. We need the needle and thread in there." She has basic medical training, a class she took last semester, and she hopes it's just enough basic knowledge to stop the bleeding. One glance at Ethan has her rethinking everything.

Chad hesitates to leave Ethan's side, or Tara's side, it's hard to tell. He gets off his knees and heads towards the bathroom. Tara kneels at Ethan's side, careful of the glass, and her hand slowly moves towards his shoulder. When she makes contact, even through the layer of clothing, it seems to send a shudder through the dark-haired young man. "Ethan?" She whispered.

His dark glass (shattered, shattered glass) like eyes look up at her like she hung the moon. She seems stuck, frozen in place where they stare into each other's eyes. He's beautiful, she thinks, in a very destructive dark way.