Y/N's POV
So, everything has started to calm down at the hospital.
Gale Weathers knows about Dewey's death and isn't in a good place right now.
Right now, I'm waiting outside the lounge as I can't stop thinking about Dewey.
It should've been me. It almost was had Dewey not saved me.
His death is my fault.
After a moment or so, Sam comes over to me.
Sam: You okay?
I chuckle.
Sam: Right, that was a dumb question.
Y/N: Look, Sam. I'm not in the best mood right now.
I go to walk away.
Sam: Why didn't you come after me?
I stop and look back at her.
Y/N: What?
Sam: You knew where I was this whole time, so why didn't you come to see me?
Y/N: And do what exactly? Beg you to come back with me? You needed time, Sam and so did I.
Sam: Is that the truth? Is that really your answer?
Y/N: What do you from me, Sam? All this time, there's not a peep from you and now that all this fucking bullshit is going on, now you want me to say something.
Sam: Please, Y/N. I just need to know.
I start to get angry.
Y/N: Know what?
Sam: Why you didn't love me enough to come after me? Just tell me please.
I finally yell out.
Y/N: BECAUSE I WAS SCARED THAT I'D FUCKING KILL YOU!
Her eyes widen when I say this.
I look around and see everyone staring at us.
Sam: Is that what you think?
I take a deep breath.
I grab her arm and bring her into the lounge so we can have some privacy.
Y/N: Mindy was right.
Sam: What?
Y/N: Not about me being the killer. But it making sense.
Sam: Y/N, no, no, absolutely not.
Y/N: It's more, Sam. It's about who I am.
Sam: And who are you, Y/N?
Y/N: My father's son. It's in me. It's in us.
Sam: What is?
Y/N: The bloodlust, the instinct to kill. Everyone knows, the second everyone found out who I am. I lost... I lost everything.
Sam: Y/N, you're not a killer. You could never be a killer. Ever.
Y/N: My whole life, Sam. I've had to take medication to keep the thoughts out of my head. To keep him out of my head.
Sam: Y/N, I know you. I've known you my whole life. And I know that you could never kill someone.
I scoff.
Y/N: But I could Sam. There's so much about me that you don't know. Everyday we were together, I loved you. I wanted to marry you, grow old with you. But everyday I looked at you, I woke up wondering if this was the day that I'd hurt you. That I'd do something I'd regret.
Sam: That's not you, Y/N.
Y/N: Yes it is, Sam. Yes it is. And when you left, I wanted to go after you. To stop you. But...
Sam: But what?
Y/N: But it was a relief. You left and I felt... relieved. That you were far away from me. And you wouldn't get... hurt.
Sam: Y/N, I'm so sorry.
She comes over to me and hugs me.
I start to break down in tears.
Y/N: Dewey's dead because of me. It's my fault.
Sam: It was not your fault, Y/N. Dewey made that choice to go back.
Y/N: But if I would've just...
She pulls away from the hug and cups my cheeks.
Sam: No, don't do that to yourself, Y/N. There was nothing you could've done. Dewey was gonna go regardless of what you did or said. It wasn't your fault. Do you trust me?
I nod.
Y/N: Yes.
Sam: Then trust me when I tell you. That It was not your fault.
Y/N: Okay. Okay.
There's a moment of silence between us.
We look into each other's eyes.
We both slowly start to lean in but just then there's a knock at the door that causes us to break apart.
We see Richie.
Richie: Hey, uh sorry to interrupt.
He looks at Sam.
Richie: Could I talk to you for a minute?
Sam: Uh...
She clears her throat.
Sam: Yeah, yeah.
She looks at me.
Sam: I'll uh...
Y/N: Yeah.
(Twenty Minutes Later)
So, Sam has decided that she wants to take Tara away from Woodsboro.
While I don't necessarily think it'll stop Ghostface, there's nothing I'd be able to say that would stop Sam from doing this, so I'm gonna help her.
Sam, Tara and I walk into the lobby.
???: Y/N, Samantha?
We look over and see Sidney Prescott with Gale.
Y/N: Holy shit.
Sidney Prescott is my aunt and the original target.
And now here she is in the flesh.
This is gonna be quite the conversation.