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I sit on the couch in our living room, nervously biting my nails and shaking uncontrollably. Stiles checked on me every half hour, having come five times now. He repeatedly put a blanket around my shoulders, yet I couldn't seem to keep it on. My eyes stayed glued to the wall, tears blurring my vision to the point I gave up trying to wipe them away.

Right as I couldn't keep my eye lids from lifting any longer, the doorbell sounded. I sprang from my seat, not tired or crying anymore. The shaking continued, and my nerves spiked.

I checked through the peep hole to see who is was, too paranoid to just answer the door anymore.

Derek sat on the other side.

Bruised, bloody, shirt in tears.

But that wasn't what scared me the most.

He stood alone.

My hands couldn't open the door, the shaking becoming unbearable. Sobs racked my body, and Stiles had to come get the door and pull me into his arms.

"Derek, what happened?" Stiles asks as Derek as he rubs my back soothingly.

"Jennifer happened. She came in after Ethan ran in to warn us. Lydia-"

"Lydia was there? Is she okay? Where is she?" Stiles rambles, his hands stopped on my back.

"Lydia is fine. Not a scratch. But Jennifer killed Kali. She tore the twins apart from each other and they aren't doing so good. Lydia is with Deaton trying to save them." Derek manages to tell us before collapsing on the couch with a sigh.

"Where is he?" I turn to Derek myself, trying to compose myself.

"Isaac-he, Jennifer got him bad. He was in front of Lydia and Allison. She was trying to get to Lydia, but Isaac took the fall." Derek's face scrunches up, and I know he still cares about Isaac, pack or not.

"I asked where he was, not what happened." I demand, my teeth chattering, though it isn't cold.

"Deaton took him to get him fixed up."

"He's alive?" My voice ends up shrill and hopeful.

"Of course he is. Don't you think I would have started with that if he did?" Derek rolls his eyes at me, oblivious to my almost-outburst.

"I have to go see him-Stiles, I will call you later, okay?" My hands are already on my keys, my feet taking me to the front door.

"Hold on, Blair!" Stiles reaches for my wrist, and I attempt to free myself. "Don't you need to get 'fixed up', Derek? You don't look so great."

"I'm fine, Stiles. Let her go to Isaac." Derek replies.

But by then, I'm already out the door.

I rush into the Animal Hospital, letting myself into the back. I see Aiden and Ethan on two tables, Lydia and Allison sitting on the floor. Once they see me, though, they stand up, worry clear on their faces.

"Blair-"

"Where's Isaac?" I ask, immediately moving to the next room over, not seeing him.

"Wait! Blair, you can't see him now." Lydia yells after me. "Blair!" Allison's hands tug me back to the room, and I struggle once again to be let go.

"I have to see him!" I tell her. "I need to see him!" I repeat, but her hands don't let go.

"He's not doing good, honey. You don't want to see him like this." Lydia soothes, but her words make me angrier.

"I don't care what he looks like, I have to see him!" My attempts to free myself turn feeble, eventually turning into angry shaking. "He needs me!"

"I know he does, but he isn't even awake yet. Deaton needs to work on him, and you will only be a distraction. If you really want Isaac to get better, you will let Deaton help to heal him."

"He can heal himself!"

"Alpha's do more damage, Blair, and you know it. You can see him later, but you have to stay with us right now." Allison reasons, her eyes capturing mine. She looks just as worried as I am, and I know I am just acting childish.

"Okay." I stop struggling and let them take me back to their seats on the ground. They both hug me and explain to me, in much more detail than I need, what had happened.

Ethan had come in just minutes before Kali had arrived, telling them she was on her way. Not to talk, but to kill. All of them. Ethan also said his brother was coming, for the same reason. Kali had burst in, ready to murder each and every one of them. But Jennifer had come in, killed Kali and tore the twins apart from each other, literally. As she turned to Lydia and Allison, Isaac, they told me, confident in himself, had stepped in front of them, holding Jennifer off until they could get away. But in the process, getting his chest slashed open and his head cracked on the back wall. Derek got her to leave, promising her he would go with her later today. They had gotten the twins and Isaac into a car, before driving over to the Animal Hospital for help.

And now they sat, the twins asleep, but alive, while Deaton worked on Isaac in the further back room.

"Deaton said he would be fine later. Nothing to worry about." Allison told me for the millionth time. I nodded my head again, not sure what I would have said anyways.

"Blair?" Deaton walked into the room, clearly surprised to see me. I glanced down at the hands he was trying to hide. His gloves, not splattered by blood but coated in it, were being torn from his hands hastily. My eyes swarm in my head, the vision blurring, my gag instinct kicking in. Lydia grabs a trash can before I can hurl on myself.

After that, and washing my mouth and hands, Deaton smiles sadly at me. "I wasn't expecting you yet, I'm sorry, dear." I nod again, realizing he is waiting for my next obvious question.

"When can I see him?"

"Soon. He should be waking up in the next few minutes. He is ready for you to go in, though."

"How would you know that?" Cautiously, I ask with my eyebrows raised.

"Well he was only calling one name out during the painful moments." Deaton smiles, my two best friends giggling behind me. I blush furiously, not used to moments like these. Why would he call out for me?

"I'll go see him then," I raise my chin and walk out the door with the last of my dignity, and hurrying into the room next door, where Isaac sits on a steel table, his chest moving up and down, to my relief.

I rush to his side, unsure what to do with myself, before setting my hand in his, rubbing my thumb over his fingers. "Isaac? Isaac, are you awake?" He mumbles something in his sleep, and I lean my ear close to his mouth to hear.

"Blair," He whispers. My heart rate jumps. "Blair, I-" His voice trails off. I close my eyes, hoping he could finish the sentence. Maybe it's what he was going to tell me last night…

"Isaac?"

"Blair-I lo-Blair!" I shoot away from him as he sits up, gasping for breath and coughing.

"Isaac!" I cry out, bringing him into a fierce hug, and we laugh. I'm not even sure why, but we laugh as we look at each other.

Then Isaac suddenly stops laughing, and his face turns serious. "Were you listening to me when I was out? Did I say…anything?"

I furrow my brows. "Not-not that I heard." I give him a smile, trying to encourage him with actions. "Is there something you needed to tell me?"

After staring at me for a moment, Isaac shakes his head. "Only that I'm glad you're here, with me." I wrap him in another hug, closing my eyes and sighing.

"Me too, Isaac."