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Chapter Twenty Five: Waking Up

Lisa's eyes went wide and she fought back her tears. "I want to see Jason, the one with the hockey mask. I want to see his body. Please. I need to see it." She wrote out and showed it to the nurse and she nodded. "I think they're about to start his autopsy right now just let me check with the doctor to make sure it's ok. We need to make sure that you're well enough to be moving around so much. Your ribs are bruised and we had to give you a few stitches on your throat. I'll be right back." She assured and left the room.

Lisa took in a deep breath to calm herself. He can't be dead. I've seen him get shot and stabbed, he's got to be faking. He wouldn't let them cut him open would he? Does he think I'm dead? Oh god what am I going to do I can't even talk to him now! I have no way to communicate with him! She kept taking in deep breaths to calm herself. She needed to think and figure out a way to get out of the hospital and back home with Jason whether he was dead or alive. Luckily the other girl was in a coma so they had no idea that she was involved in the killings.

After a few moments she finally had a plan for either outcome and the nurse returned with the doctor. "Hi miss Watkins. I'm doctor Schreiber I understand you want to see the body of your dead friend. I will let you go and look I know it's nice to have closure on these kinds of traumatic things, but first I need to ask you a few questions." She nodded and he handed her a piece of paper with a bunch of questions typed up. "Now I'm going to ask you these questions and you can write your answers down on that paper as we go, ok." She nodded.

"Where did you get that scar on your face? It looks relatively new and this is the first time you've been to the hospital since you moved here." She wrote that it was from when she was sexually attacked at her home and Jason scared off the men before they could do anymore harm to her. The questions went on and on about her medical history and so on and so forth. She never mentioned anything about Jason other than he saved her that one time and that she had seen him kill her friends only a few hours earlier. As he asked his questions the nurse unhooked her IV's and took her vitals. Twenty minutes later he was finally done asking his questions and she was about to hand the paper back to him when he asked her one more question.

"You have several bruises that look to be days even weeks old. Where did you get them along with the bite marks on your inner thighs? You never mentioned having a boyfriend and it's fairly obvious you didn't get them by accident. What happened?" He practically demanded leaning in closer to her. She wrote out, "I don't think that it's any of your business what I choose to do with my intimate life. Now take me to see Jason. Please I answered all of your questions."

The nurse gave a rude look to the doctor behind his back then smiled at Lisa. "Yes, fine. Carol will take you down in a wheelchair." He collected the paper from her and left mumbling to himself under his breath. The nurse pulled a wheel chair in from the hall and helped her out of bed.

Once Lisa was in the wheelchair the nurse handed her the clipboard and a pen. "Don't you worry about Dr. Schreiber he's just very nosey and Dr's never seem to know when to stop asking questions. So what you and your sex buddy get a little freaky sometimes. He doesn't need to know that." She winked and started to push her down the long hallway. Lisa wrote on her clipboard and held it up to the nurse. "May I please see my friend that survived?"

"Of course sweetie she's right over here." The nurse wheeled her into the room a few doors down from hers. The girl had all kinds of wires and tubes hooked up to her and a bandage wrapped around her head. "I'll give you a moment alone." The nurse left closing the door behind her.

Lisa quickly got up from her wheelchair and had to grab onto the girls bed to steady herself. She made it to the other side of the room and started to frantically search the medical cart. Her hands finally found what they were looking for and she pulled out a needle and syringe. She silently cursed at the girl as she made her way over to her IV lines. Pulling on the plunger of the syringe she filled it with air and stabbed the needle into the top of her IV just below the IV drip and pushed the air into one of her lines and disposed of the needle before returning to her wheelchair and wheeled herself back out into the hall. She smiled up at the nurse as she started to push her towards the elevator.

Jason opened his eyes to nothing but darkness. He tried to sit up and hit his head, there was a sheet over top of him and he pulled it off. The only thing he could feel was the cold that surrounded him and the sting of his fresh wounds.

The last thing he remembered was pulling his own machete out of his chest that the bad girl had stabbed straight through him. He forgot all about the pain the moment he looked up to see his girl motionless on the ground only a few feet from him. He went into a rage and went after the bad girl who had made it back into the cabin.

Punish her Jason! She is very very bad! She hurt your good girl! Kill her for Mommy! Kill her for your good girl! Mother's voice boomed in his ear.

Kicking the door down he found her standing there with a phone in one hand and a gun in the other. It was aimed right at him and she shot blindly at him as she fumbled with the phone. The bullets did little to nothing to slow him down as he advanced on her. One or two went through his arm while the rest hit him in various places in the chest. He was halfway to her when the gunshots stopped and she ran into the kitchen fumbling through drawers as she screamed into the phone.

Once she dropped the phone and had a knife in each hand she bolted out the side door and into the trees. Jason stood and watched as she ran right into one of his traps and she was suspended in the air by the ankle a few feet off of the ground. He ran up to her and slammed her into a nearby tree. She held the knives tight in her hands causing her knuckles to go white and as she swung back towards him she shoved one knife into his leg and the other in his side. He grabbed her by the hair and swung her into the tree once more making her body go limp.

He pulled the knives out of himself and as he raised one of the knives up ready to strike the girl when she swung back towards him someone shot him in the arm. He quickly turned to see it was the sheriff who continued to fire at him. Advancing on him the bullets were starting to finally slow him down. He fell to the ground as he was shot in his right eye. There was the sound of sirens and cars approaching before the darkness took him.

He was frustrated that he didn't know where he was and he could feel all the bullets that had been shot into him especially in his eye. He was lucky they didn't get him in his good eye. It wasn't the first time he had blacked out from his injuries. The most recent time before this was when the girl that looked like Mother and another boy had strangled him with a chain that had been pulled into a wood chipper. At least that time he woke up in the lake, now he had no idea where he was, or if his girl was alive or not. He felt around to find he was stuck in a small, cold, metal box and began pounding and kicking at the walls to free himself.

The nurse swiped her badge and pushed Lisa through the door, and as it opened she was met with a gush of cold air that reeked of death. On the way down Lisa had wrote the whole story about Jason and her Mom out for the nurse to read, leaving most of the more recent parts of the story out of course, so she could understand why she wanted to see him. She was pretty sure that while they were in the elevator that she had heard them call a code blue overhead and knew exactly who it was for.

Once she was wheeled around the corner she saw a young man with his headphones on as he weighed the organs of whom he was currently examining. "Brandon." The nurse called. "Brandon?" She called louder then let out an annoyed sigh. The boy finally turned to her after she pulled one of his headphones out of his ear. "Oh sorry. Hi Carol." He raised an eyebrow at her and removed his gloves wrapping an arm around her. "Stop it. I have a patient with me." She sounded annoyed and shrugged his arm off. "Did you already cut Jason open?" She asked.

"The huge guy with the hockey mask right?" -Brandon

"Yeah, where is he?" –Carol

"I was saving him for last since he had so many bullet and stab wounds. He's in the cooler." Lisa winced at his answer trying to imagine what he might've endured. As she was wheeled towards the door on the other side of the room she eyed all the utensils laying out on a nearby table. The boy put his headphones back on and continued his work as the nurse swiped her badge to open the door to the morgue. "What the…?" Lisa searched the room and her eyes rested on the slab was pulled out and empty with a battered door that hung on one hinge. She smiled to herself and started writing on her clipboard.

Jason could hear someone enter around the corner and turned to see a redheaded nurse and his girl sitting in wheelchair writing furiously on something. She handed something to the nurse and she looked at it for a moment and looked back to see Jason and screamed. Jason advanced on her and his girl jumped in front of her as a shield and held her hand over the nurse's mouth and pointed to the thing she had handed to her. When his girl's eyes met with his, a tear slid down her face and she smiled sadly up at him. He noticed the bandage on her throat and reached out to wring the nurse's neck. His girl shook her head at him. Why wasn't she saying anything? Has the lady done something to her so she couldn't talk?

Lisa pointed furiously at the clipboard in the nurse's hand and removed her hand from her mouth. The nurse looked to her in a panic. "Tell him." She mouthed to her. Lisa wrapped her hands around his arm to keep him from trying to strangle her for the moment. "She can't talk a-anymore. The girl that stabbed her in the throat killed her voice. But the she is dead now." The clipboard shook in her hand as she read the last part and Lisa released Jason letting him snap the nurse's neck. After her body dropped to the floor Lisa hugged Jason and buried her face in his chest.

When she pulled away she frowned at him as she ran her fingers over the blood dried on the right side of his mask where he had been shot. She took a step back to examine him better. His clothes were soaked in his own blood and the blood on his hands had dried. There were a few slash marks in his clothes and numerous bullet holes. She ran her hands over his chest, there were so many things she wished she could say to him.

Looking down at the nurse's lifeless body she ripped the IV out of her arm and took off her hospital gown leaving her standing there in just her underwear and bandages. She ripped the stickies left from the heart monitor off of her chest and began striping the nurse of her clothes. Jason stood and watched with his head cocked to one side as she got dressed.

He looked down at her with a questioning look. She mouthed something to him but he had no idea what she was saying to him. It was frustrating that he couldn't understand what she was trying to tell him, he now finally understood why she would get so annoyed with him. She pulled on his hand and motioned with her head and as he followed her he knew that she was telling him they needed to get out of there.

As they walked through the autopsy room the oblivious boy with his headphones on didn't even realize that they were there. Jason grabbed a large silver blade off of a nearby table and sliced his head clean off. The girl gave him a scrutinizing look then shrugged and took the smaller blade off the table. They made it out of the hospital only having to kill two other people along the way.

They were lucky that an ambulance had just pulled up and once they unloaded their patient Jason disposed of the driver and jumped into the back closing the doors and Lisa drove them home.