A/N: Thanks so much for all the great reviews and follows :) You all seem to have figured out what Isaac was going to say, yet sadly he wasn't able to say it. *insert evil laugh* This is a short chapter, but it's really REALLY crazy. Hope you love it! I DONT OWN ANYTHING

I sat with Isaac in the Animal Hospital for the rest of the night, sitting in an uncomfortable metal chair, switching between talking and letting him doze off for a few minutes before he wakes up, twitching and shaking.

"Hey, Isaac, it's okay. Shh," I hug him another time, as he cries out and sits up on the metal table, which is probably not much more comfy than my chair. "It's alright. It was just a dream." I whisper into his hair.

"I can't-" He shudders again, and I tighten my arms around his body. "I cant stop thinking about it. How she just came straight for me. Jennifer-she didn't even think twice before trying to kill me."

"You did what you had to do, Isaac. If it wasn't for you, Allison or Lydia could be hurt, or worse. You were so brave, and that's what matters."

Deaton knocks on the open door before walking in. "Well, Isaac, sadly, there is nothing left I can do for you. This is as good as you will get until you get a good night of sleep."

Isaac nods and stands out of my arms. "Alright. Does that mean I get to go home and do just that? Or are we actually going to save the dying parents?" I flinch at his harsh words, knowing he didn't mean them.

"Isaac, I'm not sure you should be out fighting any more than you already have tonight. Your body is not ready yet." Deaton tries to reason, but Isaac is stubborn as always.

"They need as much help as they can get." Isaac walks to the door and past Deaton. I stare after him, wondering why he always has to be the one to save people.

"You can't get him to not go, can you?" Deaton asks me.

I smile ruefully. "I'm not sure anyone could."

"Isaac! Allison! Where are we going?" I shout over the storm.

Isaac and Allison had pulled into the house just seconds ago, running into the door (I had forgotten to lock it, a bad habit of mine, even with the Alphas and Kanimas running around), grabbing me by my arms, and hurrying out the door. They helped me into the car and drove away, and now we are walking through the woods, going who knows where.

"To find your dad!" Isaac yells back. Water pours down his face, reminding me of the times when he would come to my house after his father had hit him, begging for help. "Scott found out where they were!"

"Well then why are we walking? This storm could get worse!" We pick up our speed, running around trees and hopping over fallen branches.

Our timing is looking great until I hear a deafening crack and lightening hit's a tree directly in front of me. It tips over, and before I can scream for help, it falls down upon me.

"Isaac!" I shout. He has already turned back for me, panic clear on his face. Allison is sitting by me, struggling to get me leg from under the tree.

I am too stunned to feel the pain. I know I should feel something, pain, anger, sadness, anything, but I feel nothing. I'm not sure what gets the tree off of me, or why it looks like my leg is gone, but I know that something is horribly wrong. Something blocks my vision…something warm…something soft…like a t-shirt my dad used to let me borrow when mom was getting worse.

Someone shakes me, screams my name, tells me not to close my eyes, but they're already closed. More screaming, and I groan, not from pain but from annoyance. Don't they know I'm trying to get to the black hole? It looks nice. It looks happier than I am right now. I want to get to it.

And I do.

Something bright makes my eyes open. I groan, this time from pain, and lift my head, only to be hit with a horrible pain in my brain.

"Ouch." I touch my hand to my forehead, looking around myself.

Most people say when they are in a hospital, they always see white. White walls, bed spreads, windows, curtains. But I see yellow and blue and red and…a lot of red. My nose scrunches up, and I realize the red is coming from the bed spread. Like something is seeping through it. A metallic smell fills my nostrils, and I swallow hard.

My hands twitch as I take the bed spread in my arms and lift it, gasping at what I see on my left leg.

Or rather, what I don't see.

"Ms. Stilinski. It's good to finally see you awake." A doctor says from the door. I can't make out what she looks like, the tears in my eyes blurring my vision too much.

"What happened to me?" I whisper.

I see her shape come closer to my hospital bed and check my vitals. "Your friend Allison brought you in. She said you two were walking through the woods to find your brother, who had gotten in a car accident, when a tree fell and hit you."

"My brother got in a car accident?" Suddenly I was much more afraid.

"Nothing serious, Blair. I can promise you his head injury will be better in a few days. As for you, your injury is much more serious."

"Well, yeah, that was obvious when I looked at it." I snap at her, but she seems to either ignore it or not care.

"It will be quite an adjustment, but I'm sure you will get by fine." She tries to soothe me.

"Where is my family? Allison? Anyone?" I close my eyes and set my head back on the pillow, trying to stop the tears.

I stop the flow of tears enough to see her blink a few times. "Why, so many people have been by to see you. Your brother and father just left about thirty minutes ago, and your friend, Isaac, I think, has been here for your whole stay."

"My whole stay? How long have I been out?

"Seven days."

My head begins to spin again. "Just from this?"

"Miss Stilinksi, losing your right leg shouldn't be qualified as a 'just'."

I let that sink through my brain.

I lost my right leg.

And I have no idea what happened in the past seven days.

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