Kincaid remembered thirteen months ago when he had finally woken up less then a half an hour after he had fallen into whatever dream land the other and himself had entered. His heavy eyelids fluttered and he heard Max, the orderly shake his shoulder hard, repeating his name over and over again.
Kincaid opened his eyes and looked around the small room to find Will, Taryn, and Nancy all slumped in their chairs. He didn't need anyone to explain to him…he had been there and he knew that they were all dead.
Two other orderlies and a nurse entered the room. The nurse covered her face with her hands, dragging down the flesh of her face to a tight almost Halloween mask as she screamed and ran out the doorway where she had came.
Kincaid took a second, his head still feeling rather light and he sat up in his chair and looked at the three bodies. He could feel it inside him…it was over.
He could hear Dr. Sims being paged along with more help, running footsteps came further down the hall.
He looked at his friends and sighed, a heavy feeling in his heart, most of all to Nancy. How beautiful she looked just then. The dream didn't last too much longer after they knew it was over and they had won. Kristen wouldn't let go of her body, convinced she could still save her. Joey and himself joined her, sitting on the dirty carpet floor, all circled around her body, their savior, almost their mother and stroked her hair and all prayed that wherever she went…it was far away from whatever hell they sat in right then.
Somehow from the faint pale peaceful look on her face they all knew she lost everything to make sure they would survive.
Then slowly, very slowly it faded out.
Dr. Sims rushed into the room and ran over to Will and Taryn. Feeling their pulse, and opening their eyelids she screamed for more help as more and more people entered the room.
"What did she do to you?"
She asked in a panic filled voice to Kincaid who just blinked and looked around at the others. Then it dawned on him…the others.
He flew out of his chair before anyone could take hold and rushed down the hallway, towards the room where Kristen was held.
He reached it and to much of his suspire the locked door now stood wide open and she stood there in her pink night gown almost in a silent shock. Out of breath and almost with mixed emotions of everything that had happened they just stood looking at each other as tears of either joy or sorrow ran down her cheeks as she ran to him and he took her in his arms.
"It's over…it's finally over."
She whispered in his ear, he smiled crying himself before both saw that all attention was towards the group room…they didn't need to say anything, they knew what was going on.
They peaked out towards the hall and saw the main doors to that unit was open, remembering from when she was first brought there Joey was only one floor down. Without a second thought they went hand in hand racing down there and past the stairs before anyone would notice.
A nurse looked up from her desk when they reached the floor.
"Hey your not…"
"Fuck off lady."
Kincaid said as he ran with Kristen right past her, knowing she would call for help over the intercom within seconds.
They ran into Joey's room and saw him sitting right up in bed, clawing at the tube which had been forced down his throat for oxygen. Both stood in the doorway, crying and smiling as Joey ripped the tube out and started to cough. They went to him.
"Joey…"
Kristen said as she sat beside him, holding and squeezing him as hard as she could. Kincaid joined her as they all cried and laughed knowing they had made it.
"We did it, he's gone."
Joey said in a raspy voice, it didn't come as a shock to them, knowing he would speak now. Freddy's curse and hold on them had been lifted. Kristen held onto the boys for dear life as she cried, aching all over.
A doctor came rushing in, screaming to know the meaning of all of this, also behind them were Joey's parents who had been sitting in the waiting room.
The three of them looked up and Joey smiled at his parents standing in the doorway looking scared to death.
"Hi mom…hi dad."
Joey's mother clutched her chest as his father's jaw dropped.
"Joey?"
His mother began to cry hearing her son's voice.
Joey turned towards the others, still sore in the limbs and chest. He smiled at his friends and hugged them.
Things were gonna be okay now…they had each other.
Nancy's words then rang through their head.
"You are the last of the Elm Street children…"
Kincaid drifted off to sleep with those last memories in his head, happier ones of before as his dog nuzzled his side.