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ANASTASIA SAT UP After her surgery. Vince came in with crutches.

"You're alive?" Anastasia teased, holding out her hand.

Vince grasped her hand in his "Always."

"I'm getting the fuck out of Woodsboro when they discharge me." Anastasia said, biting her lip.

"Me, too. My sister might go to Ohio. I might go to New York." Vince replied, placing his crutches to the side, sitting on the chair next to Anastasia's bed.

Anastasia looked over to Vince "Same here, Where's Liv?"

"She said she was moving to New York, too." Vince told her.

"Oh." Anastasia frowned.

He sighed "Why did you save my life?"

"Because, even though you annoy the living daylights out of me, half the time. Nobody should die like that." Anastasia said, looking away.

"Kid.." Vince said, rubbing her arm.

She wiped her tears "Vince, I know you're secret."

"Secret? What secret?" He asked, confusion written all over his face.

"You're Stu Macher's nephew." She said, looking into his eyes.

Vince was shocked by her statement. Anastasia sighed and looked down at her hands.

"Who the fuck told you?" He asked, staring at her.

"Lila." She responded.

"How'd she find out?" Vince pressed.

"The internet. When you got attacked it got out that you were Leslie Macher's son, and seeing as Macher is a rare last name, they connected the dots. You're Stu's nephew." Anastasia said, looking at him.

"I fucking hate that I'm related to him." Vince frowned.

"It's not exactly a walk in the park being related to Roman Bridger or Jill Roberts, Schneider." Anastasia rolled her eyes.

"Sorry." Vince said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Can I ask you something?" She questioned, looking down.

"What?" He looked at her.

"Will we be like them?" She frowned.

"Kid, kid.." He said, holding her hand.

She sniffed "Vince, I'm so sorry.."

"Hey, hey...don't cry.." Vince whispered.

She looked at him "I'm really sorry."

"Hey, you saved my life." Vince wiped her tears

Anastasia nodded.

"And Liv's." Vince looked at her.

"You guys are my friends." Anastasia murmured, looking at him then her hands.

"I know, kid." Vince chuckled.

She playfully shoved him.

"Ow!" Vince chuckled, rubbing his chest.

"Oh, shit, my bad." Anastasia said, laughing.

Vince chuckled "You're not going with your mom?"

"Nah, I'm 18 now. I get to be in New York with all my friends, live with Lila." Anastasia smiled.

"If you ever need me, kid. Call. We're apart of the same fucked up family." Vince said, holding his fist out.

Anastasia fist bumped him "Bye, V."

"I'll see you soon, sweetheart." Vince told her, before leaving her room.

Anastasia sighed, her phone rang.

"What?" Anastasia answered.

"Calm down, it's me." Sam said.

"Oh, hey, Sam. Can you come pick me up?" Anastasia asked.

"I thought you had another day?" Sam asked.

"I wanna leave already!" Anastasia whined.

"One more day, Anya. Are you sure you want to come to New York with all of us?" Sam asked.

"Yes, Samantha." Anastasia said, rolling her eyes.

"Okay, I'll come by later. Get some rest." Sam said.

"Thanks, Sam. Love you." Anastasia said, biting her lip.

"Love you, too, Ana." Sam said before hanging up.

Anastasia rubbed her eyes then drifted off to sleep.