I'm not the only one in my reflection.

Part nine

Katherine chuckled as the medical staff helped wipe the already slightly dried blood from one half of her face and applied an ice pack to the bruise on her neck. They even handed her a small gray plaid, which she immediately returned, because why the hell would she need it?

Sam was nearby, nervously tapping her finger on the crook of her elbow, having previously crossed her arms over her chest. Tara has already received medical attention due to her open wounds. She seems to have been given a lot of painkillers. But she hadn't woken up yet, which they saw when both girls came to visit her as soon as they were checked by the doctors.

Police cars had already arrived at the hospital, several officers questioned them about what had happened, but then moved aside. Along with them came a fooled but alive Dewey.

— Here's your gun. I'm sorry I stole it. — Murphy said in a falsely embarrassed voice, handing the revolver to Riley as he approached. — I made a sieve out of a Ghostface. It was fun.

Stu, sitting next to her, leaned his cheek against his fist and grinned. He studied his niece's battered face with interest.

— Do you think you hit him in the head?

— Uh, I'm not sure? — The redhead drawled, shaking her head. — You know, no, I'm sure I didn't hit it. I was interrupted by an asshole, so we can expect the arrival of our masked friend soon.

Gale, who had arrived with Dewey, hugged the girl. She hugged Katherine tightly to her, hugging her shoulders, and murmured thanks in her ear. For tricking Riley into not letting him get involved in this case.They all seemed to have a feeling that this encounter with the Ghost Face could have been Dewey's last, but it wasn't.

— Sorry again about the gun and all that. — Murphy said, waving at Weathers and Riley, who stepped aside to make sure the Ghostface's body hadn't been found, as expected.

The redhead took out her phone and saw missed calls and unread messages from Sidney and several more from her friends. There were even messages from Amber, with whom she is, like, in a frivolous quarrel now.

It seems like several hours have passed since the attack, but for Katherine they flew by like a flash. Sam, taking her by the arm, led her into the hospital building, where, surrounded by many officers, the Ghostface would definitely not dare to attack them.

Carpenter sat down on the couch next to Murphy and took her hand, starting to trace the lines on her palm with her thumb, thinking hard about something, intently examining the girl's face opposite.

The redhead blushed and looked around awkwardly. Amber texted her that she was on her way to the hospital to pick her up, but she got caught in traffic, so she would be a little late.

Katherine looked into Samantha's brown eyes and realized quickly enough what her ex-lover was planning to do. Picking up Tara and running out of town sounds like something that definitely no one would do in a horror movie, which is why it needs to be done.

— Has Tara been released by the doctors yet? — Murphy asked in a low voice and looked at Sam in disbelief when, without answering the question, she slid the back of her hand over the redhead's cheek and stopped at her neck, right above the bruise.

Carpenter somehow even indecently tremulously and gently stroked the skin above her eyebrow with the pad of her finger, where there was already a verified scratch and strips of plasters to narrow the edges of the wound, which may or may not leave a small scar.

— Yes. She still hasn't come to her senses since we visited her, but she should be back to consciousness soon. — Samantha whispered softly, her brown eyes sliding over the pale face opposite, one hand continued to hold Katherine's palm, leaving their fingers intertwined, and the other placed on her forearm. — I think even if there is a scar, it won't spoil you at all.