(godamn he just looks so sad and cute and depressed and... *sniffles* IM NOT CRYING, YOU ARE...)

"Who else survived?"

"A woman named (Y/n) (L/n)."

"What?!"

"Why? Is there something important about her?"

"She was his friend a long time ago. Or at least he would... He would act human around her... Where was she taken?"

"Haddonfield Memorial Hospital."

"Doctor Loomis, we're orders of the governor, we-"

"Marion, if he's still alive and finds out where she is, she's in danger, the entire hospital is!"

Your eyes fluttered open slowly, blinking to adjust to the dark. You stated blankly at the ceiling, empty of true consciousness for a few minutes, at least until your knight in furry armor meowed and pawed (messaged) at your breasts.

You looked down and there was Salt, looking like he thought you were dead and was going to eat you. He meowed again and laid on you; in that special way cats do, staring directly at you. You realized you were not in the Doyle's residence and not in your own home, but the hospital. You were lying on a hospital bed, in a paper(thin cloth) dress with a BPM Monitor attached to you and your twenty pound beast lying on your abdomen.

You felt an unnatural sense of calm. The thought of Lindsey and Tommy's safety ran through your mind, but you felt only a calm assurance that they got through the night unscathed, aside from the likely mental damage they suffered. There was no proof that they were alive, but you could just feel it.

You raised your hand to touch your forehead, feeling bandages over the wound you received from being thrown into a wall. Then while you felt the bandages, you realized that your body was trembling and slightly drugged by pain meds.

"Salt, " your (E/c) orbs floated back to your companions "Did you let the doctors touch me?" you asked him, sounding somewhat drunk. Well your mind was beginning to fire on half it's cylinders, but your mouth wasn't cooperating entirely.

You took a deep breath and sighed. You wondered what happened after Michael had thrown you into that wall, where Laurie was- for some reason the very thought of her name brought up an unbridled rage.

You shuttered knowing damn well that that anger wasn't yours. You loved Laurie; you tried your best to look out for her when you could, but by the end of the week, that rage would truly be yours.

You turned your head and looked at the BPM monitor. Beep. Beep. Beep, Beep. Beep.

Beep, Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep, Beep.

Beep. Beep. Beep, Beep. Beep.

You glared at the machine and moved, Salt, beep, beep, then pulled the blanket off your weakened, trembling body. Beep, Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep, Beep. Beep. Beep. You swung your legs out of the bed, tentatively placing them on the freezing ground.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep, Beep, Beep!

You pulled the BPM monitor's plug so it would shut the hell up. It's obnoxious beeping was giving you a headache. You rolled your shoulders and carefully flexed the feet before standing up. You wobbled for a second, grabbed the mobile monitor and used it to keep yourself safely upright. You hobbled towards the door, Salt followed loyally.

You pulled the door open and peeked into the hall. No one. Not a soul. It was dark and deathly quite. Something was wrong, very, very wrong.

You wandered the dark halls in near silence, the quiet pitter patter of your bare feet and Salt's paws on the cold tile flooring kept you and him company

Your felt your eyes getting heavy as you wandered the maze, your mind unable to process the tiny signs that gave directions, and only walking towards the unknown of the night.

You sighed, closing your eyes and rubbing them. Salt meowed and purred, rubbing against your leg, but then he suddenly hissed and started growing. You opened your eyes and looked down at him. He doubled his size by raising his fur up, looking like he was going to get into a serious fight with something. Your gaze shifted to what your feline was focused on.

And there he was again.

Michael was standing in the hall, about twenty feet away, looking at you. Only now it was just you and him, no kids around that you felt you had to defend and you were a tad delirious from the head trauma you had suffered earlier.

Now while one would think you'd be fearful of him, you weren't.

"M-Michael...?" He could just barely hear you as your voice was groggy and drunk. "What are we doing here...?" you mumbled while he walked closer to you. "And where's Laurie...?and Tommy... And Lindssssenn... " you mumbled out Lindsey's name, your eyes closing, wanting you to sleep some more, not talk. Next you opened them Michael was standing in front of you, just a few feet away.

"I'm soorryyyy..." you mumbled, yet again, feeling guilty for stabbing him now that the incident was over. He tilted his head and listened to you worriedly stumbling over words and rambling on for a little while. He could see you weren't well enough to interact with properly, but you were sincere in your half-uttered apologies... And then you started apologizing for the weirdest things that were so out-of-context and not about him half the time that he was no longer sure if they were legitimate things that happened or not.

He gently put his hand on your shoulder, witch you only now realized was hurting. You twitched a little, wincing at the pain and he gently pushed you towards a room. He opened the door for you, totally ignoring your growling and snarling beast that was taking weak swipes at his leg.

"I'm sorry... Insorry..." you mumbled on and on, letting him lead you to the empty bed and set you down on it. He caressed your cheek, somewhat startling you. Your (E/c) orbs stared into his grey-blue ones. You felt such peace from it.

"I didn't forget you... I just... " you looked down for a moment "You didn't hurt the kids?" you asked.

He shook his head no.

You smiled a little and pulled away from his hand, lying down willingly. He didn't mind that you had chosen to lie down; he was going to make you in a moment if you tried sitting up much longer. Salt swiftly hopped onto the bed and he put himself between you and Michael, growling while staring intensely at the masked killer.

Admittedly Michael didn't like your cat's behavior, but he was your cat, so Michael would tolerate him for now. So, the tall killer pulled the blanket over your body, and cat, and plugged the BPM monitor in.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Ahh that was comforting as he noticed that you passed out as soon as your head hit the pillow. Yes, he thought for a moment you passed on, because you were being exceptionally still, but no, you were just really drained and hurting.

With you resting in bed, he left you to dream, closing the door behind him as he left.

He felt hesitant in leaving you... He didn't know why.

Maybe it was because he could sense that he wouldn't be seeing you for another ten years.

When you woke up next, there were people fussing over you, getting you onto a gurney. "Salt." you managed to speak just above their voices, startling them. Salt appeared from under the bed hopped onto the gurney with you.

"Miss, can you hear me?" a male paramedic asked looking you in the eyes. Your tired mind didn't hold any of his detail.

"Yeah.... " you mumbled lightly.

"We're going to be transferring you to a hospital in the next town over. Okay?"

"Why? What happened?" you asked, worriedly.

"There was an explosion in the hospital; it's not safe to keep you here." a different paramedic answered you.

"Where's Laurie?" Suddenly the thought of Laurie had popped into your mind, with an urgency that was not in fear of her safety.

"She's fine. She-"

"Where's Laurie?" you asked in a fiercer tone, no hesitation, no grogginess, just a want to know where she was. You had even sat up slightly. The paramedics looked suddenly panicked, afraid that you might overexert yourself already.

"Laurie Strode is fine; she's being transfered as well. You're both going to the same hospital." someone finally answered your question. Their voice was familiar somehow, but very distant to you. You looked, so did the paramedics, and there was someone you recognized but didn't. Marion.

"Ma'am, you need to-" one of the paramedics tried to intervene.

"I'm not dying; I want to hear her." you spoke up, sitting up the rest of the way.

"I'll tell you more once you're settled into a new room. I promise. " Marion smiled a little, but it was hallow and depressed. She allowed the paramedics to shoo her out of the way, but not before you said you could walk.

Obviously the paramedics didn't believe you, but they at least we're willing to get you a wheelchair. And Salt was right there with you, lying comfortably in your lap.

You were carted to a wahmbi-lance waiting outside. News casters, the 'legal paparazzi', tried to get in close to ask you question or get a shot of you, but the paramedics,other hospital staff that hadn't been injured and the police were around to keep them at bay.

You carefully got into the back of the wahmbi-lance, where Laurie was waiting. She looked like hell, scared for her life and seemed to be delighted just to see a safe, familiar face in you. You both smiled at each other, sad, scared smiles, you having to fake it slightly. You sat next to her and you both held each other in a hug, Salt at your feet and a paramedic sat opposite you girls to observe and help if one of you needed some kind of assistance during the ride.

It really was comforting just to see a perfectly familiar face after all that yesterday and last night held.

There was nothing said between the two of you on the ride. It was when the paramedic sitting with you two got out and to help you two out that anything was said.

"(Y/n)?" Laurie's voice was small, but strong.

"Yeah, kiddo?"

"I missed you." She had tears in her eyes, nuzzling into you for a moment. Your heart hurt listening to her.

"I missed you too..." lies "We'll be okay. I promise you that." you whispered your promise to break latter, resting your chin on her head.

"I promise."

Still you went on reassuring her with a carelessly spoken promise.

And well you were used to telling lies.

(We finally breeched 1k reads! Noice, and as far as I can tell, assuming I don't go through another serious bout of writers block, this fic should be done before or by Halloween this year! And so far... I have ether two-thirds or half this fic completed, so we shall see how well I can keep up on writing!

Also fun fact: this fic is over sixty pages long on Microsoft word (35,497 words as of 4/25/20) so far and is currently longer than the incomplete first draft my book!

That's all, till next time

Stay beautiful!

~ 💮 Masky)