Psycho at 16. 2. Williams story.

Epilogue, weary William.

"Get this man to surgery, STAT!" Said one of the women pushing the gurney I was on. Holy shit, I'm on a gurney. What happened!? The woman continued ordering her fellow hospital workers around until I was in a room. It was blurry. Then again, so was everything I saw. "Oh crap, he woke up. What do we do!?" Said a man pushing the gurney, looking right down at an awestricken me. He was directly across from the woman I had first noticed. She seemed to be less frightened by the matter. Why. "Rookie," the woman started under her breath, "Well I mean if you wanna save his life then you know, you just kinda, GIVE HIM THE DAMN MASK." When she started talking she was almost relaxed, but once she started screaming then boy was she annoying. "Right, right, sorry ma'am." Responded the man, as he stumbled around for the mask, "Alright, don't worry bud, this won't hurt a bit. We're just gonna put you under so we can fix you up." "Oh really, am I gonna get a sticker for being a big boy too?" I attempted. "Awe, his first words." The man said back. Even though he had no idea what I said. What the hell is wrong with this man? I'm sixteen not six. "Give him the mask. And when you're done, the sedatives," Replied the woman. There's no way in hell they are ever getting anywhere near me with sh- I got increasingly tired, losing breath, gaining breath, losing consciousness, barely getting it back. I got more tired by the second. I was awake, then I was halfway awake, then incredibly tired. Next I was sleeping. Passed out.

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William's dream-
"Come on Will, let's go see if Faith and the girls want to go out to dinner," Begged Nick. "I don't know Nick, it'd be the first time we've gone out since..." "Look Will, what happened to Clark was none of our faults, you need to stop thinking we-or you for that matter-are to blame," replied   Nick in a reassuring tone. A tone that I almost believed. "I know, but I keep thinking if I would've never put that stuff of Ellie's under Patrick's bed then he never would've-" "ENOUGH Will, you may have planted the box, but Clark chose to tell everyone about Patrick, not you. It was an innocent prank gone wrong." "Okay Nick, you're right, I'll let it go." "Good, now get ready. I'll go ask where they want to go." "I will, Oh and Nick," "yeah?" "Thanks." "No problem bud," Nick said  as he walked out the bedroom door, a bright smile formed on his pale face.

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Hospital room-

I awoke in a small, and drab, white room; painted with white walls, white ceiling and of-course, I was on an all white bed; white sheets, white pillows and white gown. Wait, WHITE GOWN!  "Oh my god I'm in the hospital! Why am I in the hospital?" I looked over at the patch on my left shoulder. I started getting flashes of memories coming back to me. How they escaped? I have no idea. Nonetheless they came back. First I remembered what I did to my friends, then what Clark did to me, next was what I did to him. Then I remembered going to Mendly, talking to the guard, going to see Clark, getting shot. Then waking up in my bed. I sat up on the edge of my bed and slowly crawled out. I started to walk out of the room but a nurse saw me awake and out of bed. she rushed into my room and made me crawl back into the bed. she showed me how to use the TV then she left. I turned on channel five- the local news- and looked to see what other terrible things were going on in the world. That plan didn't really work out seeing as how the segment they were showing was titled, LOCAL TEEN ESCAPES A SERIAL KILLER/HOSTAGE SITUATION, ONLY TO BE SHOT BY AN ASYLUM INMATE TWO WEEKS LATER. I sighed in annoyance, wishing that this whole situation would just blow over. Knock, Knock, Knock, I heard lightly on my door, followed by a nurse was a skinny, middle aged women, with shoulder legth auburn hair and a black pantsuit. "Mum, what are you doing here?" "Oh my baby, I came to America the second I heard what happened. I can't believe that Clark was alive. Then he came back to kill you." "Please don't worry mum, he can't hurt me now. He can't hurt anyone." My mother let out a breath of relief which was cut short when something caught my eye on the TV. "This just in, it seems an inmate from Mendly Asylum has escaped. Police are suspecting he's planning to finish what he started. Lock your door's, keep you're children inside, and don't let anyone you don't know in!" "What! Clark has escaped the Asylum. He's going to come for me. Mum I'm scared. He'll kill me!" "Don't worry sweetie, he won't get anywhere near you. That's a promise."