Redemption

Chapter 2: Waking Up

A/N: I'm just going to drop a few more chapters before school on Monday. 

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Why did I do it? 

Why did YOU do this, Freeman? You were a monster, you killed innocent people for what?! A movie that sucked because the eighth movie ruined the franchise, and failed at the box office?! 

Shut up. 

You know I'm right, Amber. You killed people, you killed the sheriff, and YOU murdered Dewey Riley for a dumb plan. You let that DAMN man-baby convince you to harm people you cared about. So, tell me, Amber, did you ever actually care about your friends? Did you truly care about Tara? 

SHUT UP!!!! 

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Amber suddenly jolts upright in the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggles to catch her breath. In the dimly lit room, she catches a glimpse of a figure moving swiftly toward her, sending her heart racing with fear. Reacting instinctively, she flails her arms in self-defense, only to realize that it's a nurse coming to her side to provide assistance. 

"Lay down, sweetie. You shouldn't be moving so fast, it'll tear the stitches," the nurse consoles her, pushing her back down on the bed gently. 

Amber slowly lowers herself to the ground, feeling the weight of her body as fatigue seeps into her muscles. It's as if a heavy blanket of exhaustion has settled over her, making every movement feel like a struggle. 

How long have I been in a coma? 

After a brief absence, the nurse returns to the room carrying a small cup filled with clear, cool water and a couple of painkillers. "The doctor will be with you shortly. In the meantime, please take these. They should help ease the discomfort," she says gently as she places the cup of water on the bedside table and the container of painkillers next to it. 

Amber watched as the nurse left the room once again, feeling a deep sense of frustration welling up inside her. With a heavy sigh, she reached for the two cups on the bedside table. Taking a moment to steady herself, she carefully removed the painkillers from their packaging and swallowed them with a few sips of water. As the cool liquid trickled down her throat, she felt a slight but welcome decrease in the pain that had been gnawing at her chest and head. 

She sits in the cold, sterile hospital room, her fingers tapping nervously against one of the side rails as she takes small, quick sips from the paper cup of water resting in her hands. The minutes seem to stretch on endlessly as she waits for the doctor to arrive. 

Finally, the door swings open, and a young man steps into the room, a white coat draped over his arm and a clipboard in his hand. His eyes meet hers, and she notices a fleeting expression of unease cross his face before he quickly composes himself. She can sense his surprise at the situation; he probably didn't expect to be face-to-face with a Ghostface. 

Amber watches him intently, her eyes following his every move as he approaches her. She can almost see the tension in his body, the slight trembling of his hands as he tries to maintain his composure. She knows she has that effect on people, especially those unaccustomed to encountering someone like her. She waits patiently, hoping he can calm himself before his anxiety escalates into a full-blown panic attack. 

"Good morning, Ms. Freeman," the doctor greets her with a warm smile. "I will be your primary care physician while you are staying here. Please feel free to call me Dr. Drew," he says, updating her medical information on the computer to formally mark himself as her attending doctor for the duration of her stay. 

Amber emitted a soft hum in acknowledgment, her voice still raspy from the trauma of being lit on flames. She gazed out of the window, observing the graceful flight of a solitary bird. Meanwhile, Dr. Drew continued to diligently type on the computer, occasionally casting a concerned glance at the detailed documentation of Amber's injuries displayed on the screen. 

Dr. Drew assured Amber, "We will continue monitoring your progress, and once we are certain that all your senses are functioning properly, you will be discharged either today or tomorrow." 

She gazes at him, giving a slight nod of understanding. "Got it," she murmurs, her voice coming out in a raspy wheeze. Her eyes widen slightly in surprise as she hears the sound of her own charred voice, realizing it is more distorted than she had anticipated. 

Dr. Drew nods, grabbing his stethoscope as he makes his way to Amber. "Now, I'm going to check your heartbeat. And then we can run tests to test your senses before we contact your emergency contact," he says. 

Amber nods, letting Dr. Drew do his job. 

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A/N: Can't wait to introduce other characters in the next few chapters. I'll actually include what year it is in this story next chapter. But other than that, stay tuned for more updates that'll probably happen tomorrow. 

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