Crystal and The Shape (Halloween Self-Insert Fanfiction)

Epilogue: Freedom

November 7th 2022:

"For goodness sakes Michael," Allyson walks into the clean white room to see Michael trying to rip out his IV, "That's there to keep you alive." She grabs his hand and takes the tube out of his grasp.

Michael looks up at her with a glare and pulls his hand away.

"I know it's uncomfortable..." she presses a button and the help alarm stops, "But you have to stay here for a little while longer while you heal. Okay?"

Michael looks off to the side and grumbles to himself.

"I'm sorry Crystal can't come in often but we have limited visiting hours due to Covid-19."

That word again.

"What is that?"

"Covid-19?"

Michael nods.

"It's a virus that's killed lots of people around the world. And it's not exactly gone yet so we're just taking precautions for the betterment for our patients and our staff's health."

Michael rolls his eyes.

"It's serious Michael. It could kill you easily because your body's immune system is compromised."

"I've survived worse," Michael raises an eyebrow, "Doesn't worry me."

"It should worry you. The evil that lived within you probably kept you alive through all the stuff you've survived."

Michael crosses his arms and slumps in his hospital bed with a huff.

"I'll be back to check your vitals."

Michael watches her leave his room from the corner of his eye.

The past week has been a hell of a ride for Michael. He was due in court to pay for his crimes despite being stuck in Smith's Grove for the majority of his life. At the same time the town was having a hard time comprehending that he saved Laurie Strode and tried to stop 'Corey the Copycat'.

After the evil was killed all his wounds returned and made him collapse before he could take a step into Crystal's car.

Michael looks at the multiple bags feeding into his veins and growls at the bag labelled: 'Potassium'. Crystal had explained that the only reason Potassium hurt so much was that it didn't like water. She had experienced the same pain a few times in hospital with Diabetic Ketoacidosis... Whatever that was. He had missed her talking his head off. But now it was for an even shorter amount of time than in Smith's Grove as Doctors and Nurses would come in and ruin it.

Michael looks over to his bedside table at the get well soon cards he had gotten from Crystal and Laurie. He couldn't wait to leave hospital.

"I'm back," Allyson walks in with the blood pressure monitor and the Oxygen meter.

Michael holds out his arm and Allyson puts the blood pressure band on his arm, she then puts the Oxygen meter on his finger.

Allyson takes note of the vitals on her hand and then she takes the band and the meter off. "Thank you, Michael."

Michael nods as she leaves again.

Michael reaches over and grabs the remote to change his bed into a comfortable sleeping position. An alarm goes off and he drops the remote. He growls and looks at the many bags to see that the iron ran out.

A different nurse comes in and unplugs the iron. "That one's done now Michael." She then takes the tube out of the three-way needle in his arm. "How you feeling?"