Faint beeping was all that could be heard. Stu's abdomen was covered in bandages as was his shoulder and he had stitches everywhere. Despite being alive, Stu had not come out of the events unscathed. The young man had been in the hospital for four days and he had only just woken up for the first time since. Many people had come to visit him, talking to him whilst he slept but he had not remembered a word of it.

Doctors came in and out of the room, checking his heart rate, blood pressure, bandages, etc. but none of them answered his questions or refused to look him in the eyes. That was until Sydney Prescott came to visit him.

"Hey, Stu. How you feeling?" Sydney smiled, a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Like I've been impaled." He let out a forced, dry chuckle.

The two of them were silent for a while. Stu not wanting to be around something that reminded of the girl he loved but lost. Sydney not sure how to word what she had to say.



The two of them said at the same time. Letting out a small chuckle, Sydney allowed Stu to talk first.

"Are Randy and Billy dead? Like, truly, properly dead."

"Yeah they are. They're in the morgue. Due to be buried tomorrow."

"Good." Was all Stu replied with. Laying on his back, he stared up at the ceiling, not wanting to look at the Prescott twin. The other half of his girlfriend. Sure, the girls weren't identical but they looked very similar. The hole in his stomach started to throb as his body fought the urge to cry.

"Stu, are you able to get out of bed and walk?" Sydney asked.

"I can if I take my antibiotics with me." Stu pointed up the drip he was attached to. "Why?"

"I have something I need to show you and I am unable to bring it to you."

"Let me just call the nurse to help me. And hide my butt. Then we'll go." Stu said.

"Okay. I'll be back here in ten minutes." Sydney smiled, a genuine smile. She was about to make two people very happy despite the past events.

"Alright, before we go in. I have some bad news but your surprise will make it a bit better."

"Okay?" Stu said, intrigued by what was going on. Instead of leading him outside like he expected, Sydney had led Stu to another hospital room.

"Tatum's dead."

"Syd, I'm so sorry." Stu comforted, rubbing her shoulder.

"It's okay. However, there is something that makes it easier."

Stu gave her a questionable look but he got no response. Instead, he was ushered into the hospital room.

Stepping cautiously into the room, Stu looked about in curiosity until he saw who was in the bed.

Indie Prescott.

"Indie!" Stu gasped, his face bursting into a smile. A real smile.

"Stu!" Indie screamed, she tried to get up but the pain in her abdomen reminded her that she wasn't allowed to move.

"You're alive!" They both rejoiced at the same time.

Noticing that his girlfriend was unable to move, Stu ran to her side as quickly as he was able to, sitting on the bed next to her.

"They told me you were dead." Indie sobbed, burying her face in her boyfriend's shoulder.

"They left the knife in. I thought you were dead." Stu cried into his girlfriend's hair.

"I thought I was as well. I'm so happy you're alive." Indie couldn't stop crying but the tears were ones of joy.

"Tatum's gone." Stu announced, it was the first thing he thought of to say.

"I know. I know." Indie whispered back.

"I just can't believe you're here." Stu kept saying over and over again.

Not sure what else to say, Indie tilted her head up and kissed her boyfriend lovingly on the lips, stroking him on the cheek.

"We're wound buddies." Stu joked, gesturing towards the bandages on both of their stomachs.

Indie let out a watery smile, her boyfriend always knew how to make light of a bad situation.

"Sorry, that was really bad."

"It's okay. You're right, we're bandage buddies." Indie smiled, resting her head on his shoulder and sighed in content.

"I love you." Stu whispered.


"I know it's too soon but with all we've been through and how long I've liked you for-"

"I love you too."

Sydney and Neal watched the couple from the door window and smiled at how happy they were. After everything they had been through, they deserved some happiness. It was finally over. The killers had been dealt with, justice had been served. They were alive and that was all that mattered, they were alive and they would get each other through this.