DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own Katarzyna and my other OCs.

AN: Okay! So I know I said Kat would be going home this chapter but I changed my mind! Lolz this is her last day in the hospital. Enjoy!

Chapter Eleven

When I was six, I decided to try and climb the large tree in my backyard. I had almost made it to the top when our neighbor's dog started barking at a passing car and distracted me. I fell and landed on my arm, effectively breaking it in two places. That was the first time in my life that I was thankful my aunt was visiting and could take me to the hospital.

I had gone to visit the Myers the next day and, out of boredom, Michael signed his name in big, red letters on my white cast. We also had Boo sign it too, except it came out as a bunch of multi-colored scribbles. Even Deborah signed it, though it was much more elegant than her children's. I think I still had that cast in one of the boxes in the attic.

It was a challenge at first to get through school using only one arm but Michael had been a big help. He conveniently began to "accidentally" leave his books home and use the room in his backpack to carry my things. It worked in his favor because when the teachers asked where his textbooks and notebooks were he would simply say he was helping me out and they tended to give him a free pass, letting us share the supplies. Not that he actually bothered to pay attention; yet he always seemed to end up passing in the end.

My second stay in the hospital was when I was thirteen and broke my leg. We had recently had a particularly bad snowstorm a few days before, leaving a lot of areas in Haddonfield icy. I made the stupid decision to ride my bike, as fast as I could, to the store for some soda when I hit one of the ice patches and took a nasty fall. I had been embarrassed when I visited Michael later that week with my crutches and big, white cast that covered my leg. Sally was nice enough to get me one of the wheelchairs to borrow so I could sit comfortably and elevate my leg.

I had taken out some sharpies from my purse and threw them on the table and began to doodle on my cast. A few minutes passed before I watched the, then sixteen year old, Michael pick up the dark red sharpie and also draw. All of our doodles were childlike and looked as if three year olds had done them. Mine were colorful and cute while his were more…disturbing. Not that I minded. I think that cast was also in the attic somewhere; probably with my little arm cast.

My third hospital visit was when I had given birth to Emmy.

And now, my latest visit was trying to recover from not only getting hit by a car, but also a stab wound from my old, beloved friend.

/oo/

"Try and eat some lunch, Kat," Loomis said, pushing the tray of food closer to me. He had been my most frequent visitors, more than Laurie and Emmy, and had also proven to be a good guy, despite our differences.

"I'm not hungry," I muttered, turning my head away. I heard him sigh.

"Starving yourself isn't helping anything Katarzyna," he said sternly, "You'll worry Emmy if she sees that you aren't taking care of yourself,"

"Are you blackmailing me?" I asked, turning to him and narrowing my eyes.

"No, but eventually you will begin losing weight and she will notice,"

"How do you know?" I demanded bitterly.

"We both agreed she takes after her father, meaning she is very perceptive," he pointed out.

"Also keep in mind she is still seven," I muttered.

"Plus you seem to be showing signs of depression,"

"You really miss psychiatry don't you?" I asked sarcastically making him roll his eyes.

"Sometimes, but then I deal with you or Michael and it reminds me exactly why I left," he shot back and I smirked.

"Touché," I said, absently fixing my blankets. Despite our rocky moments, I found Loomis and I becoming friends as time passed. He was someone I could talk to Michael and Emmy about, a good confidant that I was finding myself trusting more and more. I think Loomis also saw the friendship once he came to terms with my unique relationship with his "star" patient.

"All I'm saying is that little girl is at an impressionable age and you need to be at your best to keep up," he said. I sighed heavily and let out a frustrated laugh.

"Okay, let's say, for argument's sake, that I am showing signs of depression," I said, "Why would I be?"

"Well there are a lot of triggers," he began, "In your case you sustained a pretty bad injury from a person you once worshipped,"

"I never worshipped Michael, first of all," I began, "and second-,"

"Hi everyone!" Emmy called as she entered the room and climbed up onto my bed. Without missing a beat, she leaned over and took the cookie off my lunch tray and began to eat it. She turned around and began to trace one of her fingers along the purple bruise that marred my cheek; one of the many superficial injuries I sustained from the accident. Thankfully though, the bruise was just that; no swelling and nothing broken.

"Where's Laurie?" I asked.

"Right here," Laurie walked in, panting, "Emmy is much faster than I am," she laughed. She took a seat beside Loomis and took off her jacket. I pulled myself further into a sitting position while trying to adjust Emmy in my lap. It wasn't easy with the limitations I was given. Noticing my struggle, Loomis came to my aid.

"Here Emmy, let's let Kat get herself situated," he said, lifting Emmy's small body into his arms and holding her as I fixed myself. I heard Laurie laugh as Emmy ran a hand along Loomis' white hair.

"Kat says that you used to have long hair," she said and I was surprised by how quickly she could return to our old routine of using my name. He casted me a look and I gave him by best innocent expression as possible.

"Yes, when I was younger. It was not too long," he said, returning her to me. Laurie had a hand over her mouth to cover her smile as Loomis sat down and Emmy returned to stealing my lunch. I scoffed playfully at her before turning to Loomis.

"Still believe my not eating is caused by depression?" I asked and I was pleased when I watched him actually laugh. I knew the argument wasn't over, tomorrow he would be telling me the same crap he had been earlier. This was just a moment of relaxation before we all had to return to the real world and face what came our way.

The calm before the storm…

/oo/

(That night)

Laurie and Emmy stayed in the hospital with me until visiting hours were over and Emmy had passed out beside me. I continued to thank Laurie for watching her and that when I got back to the house tomorrow, I would pay her for her troubles.

Loomis was harder to get rid of; wanting to stay behind and make sure I was safe. I told him to leave, seeing as how he had already spent the night the day before, watching over me. He deserved an actual bed and to have a chance to clean up. Eventually the stubborn man finally left, leaving me to my own thoughts.

I spent the next few hours listening to the beeping of the monitor and counted the needles in my arm. I played with the remote on the nightstand, lifting my bed into all different positions and learning how to work the TV, before giving up on finding something to watch. When it was close to two in the morning I finally fell into a light sleep.

I guess two hours passed before I was jerked awake by a cold breeze hitting me. I cracked my eyes open and groaned. When my vision finally cleared, I saw that my window was open, the curtains moving against the gentle wind. It had been closed when I fell asleep. Had a nurse come in and opened it?

I reached for the call button on the nightstand to have someone close it, when I noticed the large shadow in the corner of the room beside the window. My body froze and my voice was caught in my throat, making me let out a strangled noise. Time seemed to have stopped as the figure began to move closer to me, materializing into Michael.

I put on a stoic expression while inside me, my heart was pounding, making the monitor beside me speed up just a bit, much to my embarrassment. Michael stopped at the foot of my bed and casted a fleeting glance at the machine before his gaze landed back on me. I couldn't tell if his eyes were that rage-filled black or that beautiful shade of blue, but I didn't care. He was the last person I wanted to see. I would rather face off with Derek again.

"What do you want?" I asked, keeping my voice as level as possible. He cocked his head to the side, observing me a moment before stepping closer. I squirmed uncomfortably as he stopped once again, his leg just brushing the edge of my bed where my hand rested. I looked up at him and realized he was not staring at my eyes, he was staring at my cheek where the nasty bruise rested.

"Don't know if you've ever done a face plant into the street before, but this is a wound that can come out of it," I snapped, subconsciously moving my arm away from him, not realizing my gown had fallen down slightly to reveal the bandages that hid the knife wound.

Almost immediately, his eyes landed on the wrappings and suddenly he looked like a statue, I couldn't even see his chest moving anymore to breathe. I looked up at his masked face and saw his eyes were their natural blue hue, but I could see the bits of black there.

Suddenly, with movements so slow that I never thought they were humanly possible, Michael lifted his hand and stretched it towards me. I tried to sink further into the bed but found myself trapped, making frustrated rage fill me. The moment the tips of his fingers touched the bandaging, I felt electricity run through my body, making my body hum almost pleasantly. But within seconds, the anger and emotional turmoil returned.

"Don't touch me!" I shouted, shoving his arm away. He didn't seem fazed as he only turned his head to the side again.

"Don't ever touch me again," I seethed, "Stay away from me and stay the hell away from Emelyn!"

Michael only stared at me, his eyes boring into mine. I saw a flash of anger when I mentioned Emmy's name but his rage didn't even compare to mine.

"Get out," I demanded; feeling a lump form in my throat and my eyes begin to burn. I took a deep breath and continued to stare him down; I had to keep composure. I watched his every move as he slowly unzipped his suit halfway down and I briefly noticed the unusual scarring on his torso. It was a flash movement as he zipped his suit up and held the foreign object out to me. It was my dagger.

"I don't want it," I said, my voice on the verge of breaking. I couldn't look at my beloved blade anymore. It was hard to without remembering the day I got it and the following days of Michael teaching me how to use it. He once said that I would need those lessons one day; I didn't know he meant I would need them against him.

Angered by my response, he slammed the dagger onto the nightstand but didn't release his grip on it. He looked into my eyes, challenging me to not abide by whatever he wanted with this. Was it a peace offering?

He slammed it down again to bring me from my thoughts. My eyes continued to burn and I had to take a deep breath to ease the heaviness on my chest.

"I don't want to see it again!" I hoped he wouldn't notice the way my lip quivered when I said those words. A bitter taste formed in the back of my throat as I continued to stare into his now angry eyes.

"Get out!" I yelled, my voice finally cracking as my vision blurred, "Leave us alone! Both me and Emelyn!"

A few beats passed before he turned on his heel, my dagger still in his hand, and began to leave. I squeezed my eyes shut and when I opened them, Michael was gone and my window was shut tight.

My breathing was heavy and I tried to calm my racing heart. Finally, I gave into the emotional hell I had been bottling up. Burying my face into my hands, I began to sob, bitterly and silently.

Review! Okay so not a good ending to a chapter but hopefully you all still liked it! Next chapter is all about Michael and his side of the story, as well as his thoughts on the events. Do you think he will leave Kat and Emmy alone? Better yet, do you think Emmy will stay away from him?

Until next time, read and review!