Cam was able to fall asleep after her talk with Stiles. It was difficult that she did keep having flashes of the gruesome scene from the night before but it was sleep nonetheless. And she was filled with immense relief from hearing Stiles's voice. She's never felt anything like she did when she had that dream, the pull in her stomach like she could just tell something was wrong but she has to chalk it up to current events. So, she sleeps. And sleeps ad sleeps until she just can't sleep anymore. When she does wake up, the room is dark, Shep no longer in her bed and it's with groggy realization with lack of light coming through her curtains that she figures out she's slept through the entire day.

Cam stretches and reaches for her phone where she sees a few texts from Stiles and Scott, both just checking on her. The last one being from Stiles saying he was starting to get a little worried. It prompted a quick rush of guilt as Cam knows Stiles just spent the past two days worried about Lydia and now he's got her to worry about after last night.

Cam:
I'm fine, just slept through the day ig thanks for checking though

A knock sounds on Cam's door as her dad creaks the door open, finally seeing she's awake after checking on her every hour to make sure she's still breathing.

"You awake, finally?" Cam's dad smiles at her while Cam switches on her lamp on her nightstand.

"Yeah, guess I just needed to sleep." Cam crosses her legs while Shep jumps on the bed to her.

"Probably for the best after last night. How are you feeling?"

Cam shrugs. "Groggy." She lets out a sigh as her phone vibrates with a text, allowing her to actually look at the time. "It's after eight." She chews her lips before looking back to her dad. "It's time, isn't it?"

"Not quite." Keith lets out a sigh, with sunken eyes. "You have time to eat and get dressed. I wanted you to wake up more before I told you."

"Right." Cam nods and looks to the closed window.

With everything going on, Cam managed to push her mom completely from her head until now. It's like she had already faded away even though she's still here. Cam can't tell if that's just sick and twisted or if it's a good thing or if it's coping, maybe it's normal. She doesn't know. She doesn't know what's normal anymore and she doesn't even know how she should feel. She feels too much. And maybe that's the problem.

"I'll meet you downstairs." Keith says as Cam nods in response, hugging Shep's head lightly.

Cam gets up and showers quickly, not bothering doing anything with her hair or makeup. She doesn't even bother with actual clothes. She just throws on a pair of Beacon Hills sweat pants and a Mets shirt. They don't match for shit but she'll be at a hospital so she really doesn't think it matters much. She also doesn't even bother making food. The whole pulling the plug on her mom thing has put a damper on her appetite so she grabs a pop tart and tells her dad she's ready.

As they walk through the white hallways to Cam's mom's room, she can almost feel the Grim Reaper watching them, waiting for the time to hit so he can take her mom. And she just wants to scream and kick and fight him, almost beg him to take her first because it's just not fair. This is her mom and everything in her is just begging to explode and spew everywhere but she says and does nothing. She walks beside her dad in complete and total silence. She feels like all of the nurses, patients' families, and doctors are watching them, knowing that they're going to be killing someone because at the end of the day, that's what this is, right? Killing someone because once the machines are turned off her mom dies so it's killing someone, not murder but as far as Cam's concerned, it feels like it.

She wishes more than anything they had just let her go instead of this. It's harder on them than had she just died. Had her mom just died, that'd be it. No questions, just gone but now they have to kill her. They have to do this. This is now at the hands of her dad and he has to live with doing this in front her, his decision to kill his wife and mother of his only child. Not to mention, the doctor and nurse, they have to live with the fact they are the ones actually pulling life support. They're the ones finally pulling the last hope away. Life support gives hope for a miracle but there was never any miracle in sight for her mom. This was always going to end like this.

"Did you answer your friends?" Keith asks as they take seats on either side of her mom.

Cam raises a brow, putting her backpack on the floo. "Yeah? Why?" She moves her eyes to the side, wondering where that came from and why he's asking. Does she look like she's in a talking mood?

"It's been going off most of the day." He says. "I just wanted to make sure you were talking to them." Cam shrugs in response. "You should talk to them, Cambridge."

"It was just Stiles, Scott, and Allison." Allison was a bit of a surprise considering Cam didn't have her phone number and has spoken to her like twice, Allison said in her first text it was her. Scott told her what happened and Stiles told Scott. It was nice, actually.

"What'd they have to say?" Now Cam knows he's just trying to conversate and ignore the elephant in the room.

"Uh, Allison wanted to know if I was okay. Scott told her what happened. Scott wanted to know if I was okay because Stiles told him. There are a few more from Scott, all asking if I'm okay and to text him when I can and there's a missed call from him. And Stiles texted me fifteen times." Cam shakes her head with a small laugh as she reads the most recent text since she texted Stiles an hour ago. "He said he was about to send a search party for me."

"You have some people who are pretty concerned." Cam's dad gives her a soft smile. "Fifteen times seems a bit excessive." He laughs a little.

"You know Stiles, go big or go home." Cam says before going back to her phone to reply to Stiles.

Cam:
Second search party in a week would be a little weird lol

Stiles:
Lots of animal attacks, can't be too safe

Cam:
If a mountain lion comes into my second floor room without Shep alerting me first and kidnapping me I think we'd have bigger problems

Stiles:
A ZOMBIE mountain lion

Cam:
Would zombie mountain lions still be attacking people or would they just want to attack other mountain lions?

"Something important?" Cam's dad pulls her from her phone.

"Zombie mountain lions"

Keith furrows his bows before putting his hands up. "I don't wanna know."

"We're ready for the human zombie apocalypse but we are not ready for the mountain lions." Cam scrunches her face with a nod, Keith shaking his head, really not understanding what Cam and Stiles's deal with zombies is and not wanting to know.

Stiles:
Did the Walking Dead have zombie animals?

Cam:
Idk lol not yet I don't think

Stiles:
Think they'd still eat people

Cam:
But not kidnap

Stiles:
You never know

Talking about zombies while waiting for her mom to die might seem a little calloused but there's something about the joke that always makes her feel better. It's all the late nights of watching zombie movies and her own late-night lights of watching The Walking Dead alone. Zombies are interesting. Some people are interested in unicorns, Cam and Stiles have a thing with zombies. So it's nice and by the way Stiles is texting, no longer asking if she's okay, she only has to assume he knows it helps her, too.

"Cambridge?" Keith says, grabbing something from his pocket as Cam looks to him.

"Hm?" She raises her brows and her dad leans over and hands her a white envelope, 'Cambridge' written in calligraphy across the center.

"She wrote this for you a few weeks ago when she was lucid. She made me promise her not to give it to you until she was gone."

Cam taps the envelope on her hand before sliding it in her bag and sitting back. It's not that she doesn't want to read it, she does but her mom isn't quite gone yet and if she reads it now, it all becomes real. It's been real but not really real. Cam knows this is going to be a goodbye note, probably saying everything Cam's mom never got a chance to say and never will. How to live her life. The kind of stuff that's seen in movies kind of thing and Cam doesn't want to read it. She'd rather keepit intact, the writing on the front reminding her of her packed lunches when her mom would write her name in the same calligraphy even though Cam couldn't read it until she was like eight. It's the little things that suddenly seem as big as Mount Everest.

"Not gonna read it?" Keith looks at her, his eyes a little hurt that she puts it away.

"Not dead yet." She mumbles the words and bites her lip as her eyes go to the floor.

"You can read it, Cam."

"How many good days did she have after writing this?" Cam looks up to him with a straight face.

"One." His eyes fall back to her mom.

"Exactly."

The room falls silent with her final word. She doesn't want to read her mom's last lucid words because as far she's concerned right now, it might as well have been her last lucid day. It was her second to last and she felt she needed to write this out for her. Cam doesn't want to read it in front of her dad. He'll want to know what she said and it'll make him more upset and she doesn't want to deal with it. She doesn't, she doesn't really want to read it. If she reads it, it's like, that's it. No more. No more new things from her. Just gone. Like dust in the wind.

The hours continue and Cam ignores every text that comes her way. Instead, she edits her photos and watermarks them. Maybe that's a little weird? Is it? What else is there to do? She could talk but that sounds like the worst idea in the world right now. Turning on a movie seems a bit too nonchalant. What do people do in these situations? There's no rule book to this but Cam so wishes there was. She's just a kid.

"Mr. O'Riley, Cam." Dr. Comit comes in with a soft voice, snapping her dad and Cam from their thoughts. "It's time, if you're ready." He nods as he stands at the end of Cam's mom's bed.

Keith looks to Cam and nods just once as his eyes glaze over. "Ready?"

Cam nods and closes her laptop. Nurse Beylile comes in and Dr. Comit nods to her. They check Cam's mom's pupils and some other reflex tests that Cam's not really paying attention to. All she hears is that there's no change and there was no change in the scan they did a little bit ago.

"Okay, we're going to turn off the machines and it might take a few minutes, but her heart will stop beating and she'll be gone." Dr. Comit says and Cam's dad gives him the okay.

Buttons are pressed and soon enough the sound of the breathing machine comes to a stop and Cam's mom's chest slows down. The heart monitor becomes duller as she watches the beats become fewer and fewer a part. There is the smallest part of her, hoping that there will be a spike and it'll change but that's not what happens. In maybe two minutes, the line turns flat which is accompanied with an annoying beeping noise.

"Time of death one thirty am." Dr. Comit says as the noise is turned off.

She's gone. It's official. Cam's mom has just died in front of her dad and her. Cam doesn't have a mom. Cam stares at her lifeless body as all eyes seem to fall on her. It's like they're waiting for some hysterical reaction. But truthfully, Cam doesn't think she has that in her right now. It's like that calm before the storm. Everything just stops moving. Stops making noise. Everything, for just a few minutes settles and you think it's all over. It's just done and everything's gonna be okay but then the worst of the storm hits worse than you'd ever imagine. Ripping trees, striking houses, lifting cars. Everything just explodes. Cam doesn't have the ability to lose it for minutes, just minutes and in those minutes, she just falls back on the one thing she knows what to do when something bad happens.

Run.

"Cambridge." Keith says as she grabs her bag and shoves her laptop inside as she just starts running away. "Cam." Cam's dad's voice echoes the nearly vacant hallways as her feet keep moving, tears swelling behind her eyes.

Cam can't be around him and she can't be in this hospital as he fills out paperwork about what he's doing with her mom's body. It's just not happening. She's angry and she's sad and she wants to rip her hair out by the roots and scream as she literally cries a fucking river. The storm is hitting and she has no fucking idea what to do.

Besides one thing.

Cam fumbles with her phone as she exits the building into the crisp California air. "Can you pick me up?" Cam asks into the phone as her voice starts cracking.

"Where are you?"

"Hospital." Cam barely chokes out the word as her eyes start dripping.

"I'm leaving now." Stiles's voice is rushed before the line goes dead.

Cam stands on the sidewalk by the entrance and waits. The air is cold but she barely notices thanks to the tears that are coming from her eyes like waterfalls and the small gasps that leave her mouth every few seconds. She needs to keep moving but the fear of last night is still with her and her heart aches more than it ever has before. And it's just a giant dam of emotions being hit over and over and over again causing cracks in the foundation and it just needs to give way.

Cam lets out a heart-wrenching scream, eyes slamming shut as she collapses on the sidewalk, tears just flooding her face. The scream echoes through the parking lot just as Stiles pulls up and everything in him feels like it's just been crushed by a skyscraper. It's the sight of Cam, Cam who is strong and fearless and headstrong. Who does not break and it was her scream, the scream of someone so broken they might not be able to be put back together and might as well be made of glass. And it's the sight and wails coming from Cam and Stiles knows.

Stiles jumps from the jeep as soon as it's in park and immediately runs to Cam, falling to the ground with her and wrapping his arms around her. The force of him colliding into her nearly knocks her over but Stiles has her. He has her in his arms and she just cries and sobs and screams. Cam's firsts graps his hoodie as if it is the only thing keeping her alive right now while her entire world collapses around her.

"She died." Cam screams a sob into Stiles.

"I'm so sorry, Cam." Stiles says, putting his hand on the back of her head, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Sure, he loved Cam's mom like another mother to him but that's not it. He never thought, ever, that'd he see Cam like this. She's not emotionless, she's cried over plenty of movies and shows but this is, real. This is different and he just... never thought he'd see her break like this and it's breaking him.

"It's not fair." Cam continues to scream.

"I know." Stiles says, trying to keep himself together for her. "I know it's not." Stiles takes in a deep breath before moving his hands to Cam's shoulders and pulling away a little to look at her. "Why don't we go back to my house? We can watch Star Wars or Finding Nemo?" Stiles offers, trying to give her a safe and reassuring smile.

Cam nods softly, her body starting to shake both from sobbing and the cold of the air while Stiles helps her stand up.

"Here." Stiles takes his hoodie off, wrapping it around her shoulders. "You look cold." He offers another smile while he walks Cam to his jeep, opening the passenger door for her.

Nothing can erase the pain that Cam feels through her body but Stiles is helping. The hug about killed her both from the impact of Stiles colliding with her but also because it was so comforting and not a hug of pity but one of undestanding and it just made her want to cry more. And it's him knowing that Finding Nemo is the go-to Disney movie for her. Knowing that she does not want to talk, she just wants someone to sit and watch a movie with her. It's the thought that she didn't have a hoodie and she'd be cold. Stiles is there at two in the morning on a school night. Because Cam needed him.

"Did I wake you up?" Cam stops crying long enough to ask as Stiles gets in the driver's side.

"Oh, no." He shakes his head and starts the jeep. "I was up." He says nonchalant but Cam can see the sleep in his eyes and he's in his pajamas.

"You're in your pajamas and it's almost two in the morning." Cam's voice is froggy as she talks.

"Right." Stiles's lips curl as he looks down and back up as he backs out. "I actually was out most of the night." His words are slow as if he were hiding something but also kind of wanted to talk about it.

"Why were you out?" Cam's voice cracks again despite her trying to keep her mind on Stiles.

He looks over with a soft sigh. "Okay, I'm only going to tell you so you don't start crying again, okay?"

"You're gonna actually let me in on something?" Cam mocks him as a few more tears fall down her cheeks.

"I helped set an innocent kid free tonight." His head is held high which makes her give out a cracked laugh.

"How's your dad feeling about that? And what kid?"

"Oh, he's pissed. But he'll get over it." Stiles waves his hand, Cam gaining just the smallest hint of a smile at Stiles's complete disregard for the law. "And Isaac."

"Like, Lahey?" Cam's eyebrows knit together as she watches Stiles's grip tighten on his steering wheel.

"You seriously need to not sleep all day." He retorts with a quick glance to her. "That body you found, Isaac's dad."

"First of all, you're trying not to get me to cry and that body is not a way of doing so but wait, Isaac's dad? So, what? They think Isaac did it?"

Sure, talking about the dead body is traumatizing but this is getting interesting. First, Cam is always right about animals and she knew it wasn't some mountain lion so that's just an ego boost but also, the fact they think somehow Isaac Lahey really killed his father. This is just interesting. Mystery in town. Innocent kid being possibly framed for the killing of his father. Of course, Cam still feeling bad for whatever did actually happen and for Isaac but her interest is piqued.

"Yep." Stiles nods his head just once with pursed lips. "Arrested him during practice and they were holding him but I helped get him out."

Cam shakes her head and starts laughing. "I'm sorry but Isaac looks like an adorable little puppy half the time and you didn't see that body. No way in Hell Isaac is some Jack The fucking Ripper. And how ironic is it that the sheriff's son set a murder suspect free." Cam pauses for a moment though, as she has to wonder how the hell does Stiles knows he didn't do it. Ted Bundy wasn't exactly the first suspect either. "How do you know he didn't do it though? Like, for sure?"

Stiles keeps his eyes on the road, wondering how he can possibly explain the whole Isaac is werewolf thing and there was a full moon and they know Isaac hasn't been the one killing people so it's not him and it was better to set him free than let a new werewolf be in a place with a bunch of people who don't even know werewolves exist. This is should be so easy to explain.

He shrugs. "The other animal attacks. We, uh, think with this murder they aren't animal attacks so the same person-"

"Killed Isaac's dad and Isaac isn't a serial killer?"

"You get it."

"Yeah..." Cam shakes her head. "Does he have an alibi?"

"Lacrosse for one of them." Stiles says quickly, not actually knowing if that's true but knowing the murders were taking place pre-werewolf Isaac.

"Oh, well. Fair enough I guess." Cam shrugs.

Stiles sucks in a breath, glancing to Cam who looks like she's about to ask more questions so he beats her to it. "You...you think Isaac's adorable?" He resituates himself in attempt to look cool, calm, and collected which are three things he is never.

Isaac? Adorable? What? Does she actually think that?

"Out of all of that, you're focused on Isaac being adorable?" Cam shakes her head, furrowing her brows as she stares at Stiles.

"Well, I mean, like what makes him so adorable? Like a puppy and not a kitten or a rabbit?" His sarcasm comes right back and Cam can't tell if he's still trying to keep her from crying or if he's seriously confused by her words.

Stiles really shouldn't care what Cam thinks of Isaac, with his whole infatuation with Lydia and all but, he does. Cam's never called him adorable so why is Isaac adorable and Stiles isn't?

"Cats look like they want to kill you. Rabbits kind of look like they just wanna eat and be left alone. Puppies always look really cute and innocent. Like Isaac. I mean, he's adorable. His eyes are so blue and his hair is blond. Awww, come on. You can't really see Isaac killing even a fly." Cam manages to tease, this conversation seeming to keep her mind off of her mom just a little.

Cam smiles at the thought of Isaac Lahey. He really is really cute. She's not super picky on who she finds attractive but he's kind of up there with Stiles, still falling short, however. Of course, she doesn't need to fill Stiles's ego so he doesn't need to know that small little detail.

"So, you're like into him?" His voice sounds a little defeated and if Cam didn't know better, she'd say he'd be disappointed if she did like Isaac.

"Nah, not my type." Cam smirks and looks to the window.

"Really?" His voice becomes perky and loud as she looks back to him. "I mean, why not?"

Cam chuckles a little as she bites the inside of her cheek. "I don't exactly know him but he's too puppy dog-like. Kind of seems like he wouldn't be into anything I would be into, ya know, Star Wars, photography, Spider-man."

"That's great." He says with a sly grin which only makes her roll her eyes.

"Yeah, not as superficial as your type. Strawberry blonde, five foot three, green eyes." Cam rolls her eyes once more.

"Hey, there's more to her. She's smart and funny." He defends, the grin not even budging.

"Real convincing. But, Stiles, there are other girls other than Lydia Martin. Girls who will actually give you the time of day."

"She might now. Remember, got that ten-year plan. I helped find her." His voice isn't defensive, rather it's optimistic.

"You know, in the years I've known you and Scott, you have only ever talked about Lydia where Scott has mentioned a fair number of girls." Cam lets out a soft sigh as her mind falls from the upbeat conversation, looking back to the window.

It's fun messing with Stiles. His face turns a light shade of red and he messes up words and makes the weirdest noises but never holds it against Cam anyway. Stiles is just a fun person to poke fun at and he'll do it right back and it's never malicious. It's always sarcastic and light-hearted but today, no matter where the joking would go, it's going to bring her heart back to the pit of her stomach.

Stiles glances to her and the street lights just hit her at all the places and her cheeks are still pink, hair in a messy side braid. His hoodie is far too big for her and her pink-painted fingernails just peak out of the sleeves.

"I think you're beautiful." Stiles says, the words flow with ease as if he's said it a thousand times and he has, never out loud but he's said it in his head more times than he can count.

Cam's head snaps to look at him with wide eyes and his eyes are on the road but are slowly glancing to her. "What?"

"You have light brown hair, hazel eyes. You're five foot four and you're really smart and funny and you're beautiful."

He thinks I'm beautiful.

Cam shakes her head as a few more tears fall, but an uncontrollable smile is glued to her face. "Thanks, Stiles even though I look like a mess." Cam wipes the tears and stares at the boy with a buzzcut and way too big of a heart.

The rest of the drive consisted of the radio at a low volume and Stiles explaining what's happened while Cam's been MIA. Considering she only slept through one day, she sure did miss a lot. But, she's not even upset about it. Cam's actually content, just sitting here and listening to Stiles go and on. That's always when she's been the most content though...just listening to Stiles talk. There's something in the excitement and dramatic expressions of his face that just distract her from anything and everything she has going on. He's captivating in the most innocent way. It's like he doesn't even realize he's captivating which part of why it's so innocent but that's just Stiles. Effortlessly captivating.

"Okay, shh. We can't wake my dad." Stiles puts his finger to his mouth as he creaks the door to his house open, Cam right behind him.

A light turns on just as the teens walk inside. "What're doing?" Sheriff Stilinski asks as he stands, leaned against a wall facing them.

"Uh, well," Stiles starts as Cam comes from behind him and stands next to him, giving the sheriff a shy, closed smile.

"Oh. Right, okay." Sheriff lets out a breath and his look of suspicion disappears with a nod. He can see the redness surrounding Cam's eyes and the rose tint to her cheeks. Keith told the sheriff what would be happening tonight, so seeing Cam makes the sheriff feel assured that Stiles was only gone to pick her up. And he can't be mad about that. "You okay, Cam?" His voice is soft and sincere.

"I'm fine." Cam shakes her head and forces a smile despite her tear-stained cheeks.

He sucks in his cheeks as if not to believe her. "Okay, well, I'll be down the hall." He nods his head and turns around. "I'll let your dad know you're here." He looks over his shoulder, choosing to let them be alone figuring it's for the best on the first night that Cam just spends this time with the person she chose to contact.

Cam nods while her and Stiles follow his lead and head to Stiles's bedroom. The walls are blue, just as Cam remembers them. His bed is still in the corner of his room and there's a few pieces of sports memorabilia as well as superhero merchandise, an All Time Low poster hanging by his bedside. None of which has changed since the last time she was in his room. Same interests, just more organized.

"Uh, you can take the bed." Stiles moves in front of Cam after shutting the door.

"Um," Cam watches him move one of his pillows to the floor. And she feels bad. She doesn't want him to give up the bed and she also doesn't really want to, at least, sit alone. "Can, you, uh, lay...with me for a bit?" Cam asks, scrunching her face, feeling weird about even asking. Is it weird to ask? After everything and them just now trying to sort out this renewal of their friendship? Is it weird? Or is it totally normal under the circumstances?

His eyes widen as he stares at Cam and fumbles for words. "Y-yeah." He gains a goofy grin and moves the pillow back to the bed.

When they were kids, they would share a couch but not usually the bed. They just liked camping out in the living room so this is new and also a little weird for Stiles but, there's something that almost boosts his ego a little. Cam wants him to lay with her. It's him she feels comfortable with after all this time.

Cam sets her bag next to the bed before climbing in, closest to the wall. Stiles climbs in right after, the grin not even moving. Cam shakes her head and rolls her eyes, knowing her asking him to lay with her made him feel good. But, as Stiles slides in next to her, she can feel his warmth through her clothing and it's like being connected as one. It's nice and it's comforting but at the same time, nerve-wracking.

"So," Cam clears her throat, trying to break the silence and ease the nerves. "My mom wrote me a letter on one of her last lucid days." Cam chews her lip, looking to her hands and actively avoiding eye contact as Stiles stares at her.

What he would do to have a letter from his mom.

"Oh, wow." His face fills with forms of sorrow and pain. "What, uh, what did she say?"

"I didn't read it." Cam admits and looks to his plain white ceiling, Stiles shaking his head in bits of confusion.

"Why not?"

"Why bother? It's just her last words. People say a lot of things on their deathbeds." Cam lets out a sigh, finally glancing at Stiles.

If she reads it, her mom is officially gone, like it's real. She doesn't want to read it because it hurts. Reading a letter while her mom was herself is basically torture. Cam has accepted a long time ago that her mom was 'gone' but this letter makes it feel like she wasn't gone as long as Cam feels she has been. It's too close, too soon. Too real.

"Cam, read the letter." Stiles's voice is actually serious which makes Cam actually turn and face him, more than just a glance. "I wish I had a letter from my mom." His voice is sad and almost pleading with her. She hadn't thought about Stiles with his mom.

Cam rolls her eyes before shaking her head. "Can't...can't I just wait...until I really miss her?" Cam scrunches her face, really not wanting to read it now and just save it.

"As long as you're actually gonna read it and not stuff it away somewhere." Stiles says, knowing Cam's way of dealing with pain, running and stuffing it into a box, pretending it doesn't exist. "Trust me," He sucks in a breath, looking away from her. "You're gonna be real happy you have it."

"I know." Cam nods. "I'm glad I have it now, ya know? But..." She matches Stiles's stare at the wall while he looks back to her. "I really wanna wait until..."

"The urge to, uh, see her...goes away?"

"Yeah." Cam says slowing, a lump growing once again in her throat.

Stiles hesitates but just for a moment before he puts his hand on hers, Cam immediately looking back to him. "Um..." He shakes his head and a huff leaves his lips but with sadness, not spite. "It doesn't go away, Cam."

Cam looks to their hands, turning her hand over to interlock her fingers with his. "I know but..." She shrugs one shoulder. "I guess...what's it's not so...second-nature, I guess?" She squints her eye. "Like..to go see her."

"Yeah, yeah I get it." Stiles nods. "Um, well, just when you read the letter, I'll, uh I'll be here if you need someone." Stiles pauses for just a second. "You don't have to tell me or anything. Just I'll be there if you need someone." Stiles rushes his words out quickly, not wanting to overstep what Cam would probably want to be something kept to herself.

"Thanks, Stiles."

The room goes silent and it's like this two-ton weight starts to ease onto Cam's shoulder. Talking to Stiles helps, it always helps because it makes her not feel so alone. It keeps her mind off things. It's a way of running without her having to physically run away. It's her mind's way of running away but now it's silent and the absolute agony of losing her mind creeps in like a black silhouetted figure in the back of her mind.

It's just there easing into the forefront of her mind and it's yanking her heart out of her chest, kicking her tear ducts and whispering all the memories she had with her mom right into her ear. Christmas, Thanksgiving, 4th of July, everything in between. First heartbreak when her first goal in soccer, her mom screaming from the sidelines, getting it all on tape. The day she got her first camera and her mom asked for a full photoshoot. And then it's everything that her mom will miss. Graduation, prom, first real love, her wedding, kids. Everything. It's just the start of Cam's life and her mom is missing so many big moments and it all just caves in and a whimper leaves Cam's lips.

"Hey." Stiles lets go of her hand as he turns to face her. "It's okay." Stiles says, it's not okay and he knows damn well it isn't but he says it anyway because it's better than saying absolutely nothing. He scoots impossibly closer to her and pulls Cam into his chest, hand on the back of her head and he just lets her cry.

And it helps so much. The crying does nothing but make Cam want to scream louder and run further away from the world, but Stiles helps. Just him being there, trying his absolute best to just be there in any way he can, even though he knows nothing ever really stops the pain. It just helps the lump in her throat evaporate and the tears slowly come to a stop. And maybe it is a little bit because Cam hates crying in general, especially around Stiles because she always feels like it's pity even though it's not. And Cam hates being pitied. But, maybe it's just because he's Stiles, and Stiles has also been a sort of hero to her.

"Wait." Stiles says quickly as Cam calms down and he pulls away.

He lets go of Cam and gets up and goes to his desk where his backpack is seated on the floor. He opens one of the pockets and pulls out a yellow rectangle box and barely looks at Cam as he throws it over, Cam fumbling with the box before it falls on the bed. A laugh escapes her lips as she wipes her eyes reading the Milk Dud box.

"Thanks, Stiles." Cam says, picking up the box and opening it

"Normally I'd make you share buuuutt, I think you need it a little more than usual." He says as he climbs back into bed.

When Cam texted Stiles about the dead body, something almost seemed to click with him and it wasn't just the absolute and undying terror of Cam being the one attacked next. It was that...Cam texted him. Of all people. Cam chose Stiles. She chose him, after everything and she needed him so he went and it wasn't even because it was the right thing to do. It was because he needed to because she needed him. And maybe, after all this time away from her, he's figured out that a part of him needs her, too. Ad because of that, because of everything, he stopped at a gas station and picked up her favorite candy because he knew that when her mom goes, Cam will text him. And it's not something big but it's something and Cam got him his favorite candy when his mom died. He's repaying the kindness because he cares.

"It's not mint chocolate chip ice cream but-" Stiles starts before leaning over the bed and grabbing Cam's backpack, placing it on his lap.

He remembers my favorite ice cream and candy...?

"It is chocolate and I'm sure you still have every Disney movie on your laptop." He smirks as he pushes the laptop towards Cam for her to be able to take her laptop out.

"How did you know I had my laptop?" Cam asks, giving him a half-smirk as she opens her bag. "And why do you remember my favorite foods?"

Stiles's eyes widen a bit, caught a bit off guard and the answer is so obvious. "Because I care about you." He states, the words flowing like a gentle current of a creek.

Cam's cheeks turn red as she shakes her head. "Thank you." She pulls her laptop out, her heart about getting whiplash from the heartache and butterflies mixing together. "We don't have to watch-"

"Just tun on Finding Nemo." Stiles rolls his eyes before placing Cam's bag on the floor.

Cam grins, clicking the movie and handing Stiles the laptop for him to put it towards the end of the bed so both of them could see it. And just like that, it's like they're back to where they left off. Stiles puts his arm around her, a little awkward and nearly hitting her in the head but around her, nonetheless and Cam sinks down a little, getting comfortable with the box of candy and offering some to Stiles. It's just easy for Cam and easy for Stiles to just be. No judgment, no cares with the movie playing, just be and exist, together.