After Ghostface's attack, it was a goddamn jackpot that she was left alive, forced to lie in a ward and settle for the smell of the hospital and the bustle of doctors. An animal fear enveloped the girl, even in the hospital she couldn't feel completely safe.

She was a mess, she had a stomach wound and multiple stab wounds. Her spirits lifted when Sam came to see her after all these years, finally they were together. But what made Tara even happier was that you were there. Her childhood friend.

The girl lifted herself up on the pillows, her dark strands falling over her face. Smiling softly and noticing that you hadn't come empty-handed, she squinted. "You shouldn't have wasted yourself on me. Your presence is enough to make me feel better about all this fuss."

She shrugged, as if to show her attitude. Still, it was impossible to hide her curiosity in the soft crackle of the bed and the glint in her eyes.

As soon as you came closer, sitting down in a chair, she looked away. "I'm scared... About all of this." Her hand instinctively clenched on her wound as she watched the view from the window. A multitude of lights twinkled in the distance.

Your fingers hesitantly touched her hand as Tara managed to look up, those magical puppy dog eyes glazed over. But the girl still allowed you to take her hand. "Okay...What did you bring?" She slid her gaze into a bag that showed fruit and something else.