A/N: Well...here it is. Kind of a filler, but you get some bro/sis interaction :)

After the doctor explains everything to me, she leaves, and I am left to my thoughts.

They take a dark turn quickly.

Who died? Is everyone I love still alive? Is anyone else hurt and in the hospital? She said my father and brother came through to see me…but it could have been Stiles and someone saying they were my dad. Is he dead? Are Stiles and I the only ones left? Has Isaac been here all this time and not come in to see me? Where is everyone?

As my thoughts are ready to explode my brain, the door bursts open and Stiles comes bounding in, along with dozens of balloons trailing behind him and a teddy bear as big as I am in his arms.

"Stiles?" I ask, appalled by how small the room suddenly looks.

"Hey, little sis." His smile looks real, but I know my brother well, and he is feeling as much pain as I am.

"What is all of this?" I let a real smile adorn my face, glancing at each and every balloon.

"I think that every person we go to school with brought in a balloon. Maybe they told them to do that, but I thought it was cool." I notice a bandage on the hairline of his forehead, and remember he got in a car accident.

"An accident, Stiles? Really? You could get attacked by Alphas, werewolves, hunters, or Jennifer, and you get in a car accident?" I shake my head, amazed at how stupid that sounds.

"Hey, in my defense, that tree came out of nowhere." He grins at me.

"Yeah, I'm sure." My smile fades. "What happened? Who's left?"

Stiles sits down on my bed, and I brace myself for pain, because he sat down where my right leg should be…and I flinch from the fact it's not there.

"Everyone is okay, Blair. Jennifer is gone and-"

"Gone? Or dead? Because there is a fine line between the two."

"Dead. Deucalion killed her. Oh, Scott became an Alpha. But in an easier way, he is a True Alpha. Whatever that means. We saved Mr. Argent, Mrs. McCall and Dad." I breath a sigh of relief. "Dad just left to go get something for everyone to eat."

"Everyone?" My eyebrows furrow.

"Well yeah. Everyone decided to camp out here until you woke up. They've had you on drugs for a while." Stiles tells me as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"So no one is hurt?" My eyes are filled with tears of joy. But I don't want to cry anymore.

"Except for you? No one has a scratch." Stiles promises me. His eyes drop to my missing leg, and everything is silent.

"How am I going to get around?"

"Dad already set up for a prosthetic to be made for you. That won't be for another week, so you'll be in a wheelchair or crutches till then. Even though I'm sure Dad wont let you out of bed." Dad can be a little over protective sometimes.

I swallow hard. "When will I be able to do everything I used to?"

"Doctor's said it usually takes three or so months. Nothing too crazy until then." Stiles reaches over and ruffles my hair. "But they also said it would take longer for you to get used to this."

I smile encouragingly. "I'll be fine. It's just a little bump in my life. Not like I wasn't expecting to get hurt in this adventure."

"I don't think any of us thought someone would lose a leg, though." Stiles frowns and holds my hand for a moment.

"Can I see everyone?" He closes his eyes and sighs.

"Blair-there's something you should know." My heart jumps. No more bad news. "Derek and Cora left."

My heart sinks. "Why? When? Did they at least come in and say bye? Why didn't they at least wait until I woke up?" I fight the tears that fill my eyes, too angry to be sad.

"They came in every day for five days, but they wanted to go. To get away from all of this. Derek isn't an Alpha, his pack is destroyed, and there isn't anything left for him here. Cora didn't know any of us enough to get him to stay." I close my eyes, knowing everyone must be mourning for Derek leaving.

I sigh, sitting myself up on a pillow. "I still want to see everyone." Stiles nods and goes to get them.

Scott comes in first, acting like a real brother and talking to me like Stiles did, complaining about how they wouldn't let him in the first day because he wasn't a 'blood relative' when we 'clearly looked alike and had shared a blood promise when they were seven to be friends forever'. His blood ran through mine, so that should count, he told me. Scott made me laugh so hard I cried. And that's why I love him.

Next ones to run in are Lydia and Allison, their faces puffy and red, most unusual for my best friends who have flawless skin even after gym class. Both give me fierce hugs, and I choke jokingly before they let go.

"Blair, oh my god we were so worried about you. How are you? Are you feeling okay?"

"Do you need anything? Water, food, how about we fluff your pillow-"

"Guys I'm fine." My real smile calms them down.

Lydia glances down at my leg for a moment, and I see pain pass her face. "Oh, Blair. I can't believe this happened to you. The innocent one."

Allison nods. "We haven't left the hospital since I got you here. I made sure the doctors knew about allergies, fears, even who your second grade crush was before they took you back to fix you up." The three of us laugh, remembering my young obsession with Jimmy Dalton.

"And I got here as soon as I could. Isaac drove me. He couldn't sit still until we got here. Right as Derek let us go, we were out the door in seconds." Lydia grins at me, her eyes raising. "Any reason for that?"

My mind goes blank. "What? He's my best friend. Of course he was worried about me." Allison and Lydia giggle, obviously knowing something I don't.

"Speaking of Isaac, I think he was about to actually blow a fuse when we called seeing you next." Allison tells me. I smile, knowing how over protective Isaac can be.

"You know what, we can talk girl talk later. Let the poor guy see his girl." Lydia announces before dragging Allison out the door.

"His girl?" I shout to them, but the doorway is already empty.

Isaac rushes in moments later, his eyes locking on mine with concern. "Blair-" he cuts himself off by rushing to gather me in his arms and drop his head to my neck. It takes me a second to react before hugging him back.

"Hey you," I ruffle his caramel hair and sigh, noticing the bags under his eyes. "Have you slept at all this past week?"

His smile is playful. "Not a wink. So worth it though. I knew you would wake up today."

"Is that what you told everyone yesterday? And the day before that? And the day before that-" I laugh and roll my eyes.

"I'm actually psychic, Blair. Surprise!" His hands roll down to the ends of my hair, and all joking stops.

"You really should sleep." I scrunch my nose. "And maybe go back to Scott's for a shower." I add to lighten the mood.

"I wasn't going to leave until I knew you were okay. I should've been there to save you. Your leg is gone because of me."

"No, I'm alive because of you. If you were a human with regular speed, I would've bled to death." I shiver as he rubs my hair between his fingers. "You can't blame yourself for something that lightening did."

"I should have been next to you-helping you along. You cant run as fast as Allison and I can. I could have pushed you out of the way, I might have-"

"Should've, could've, would've. Yeah, I've heard it before. What happened is done and I'm fine, Isaac." I promise him.

"You're missing a leg, Blair."

"At least I still have one."

His smile turns grim. "This isn't fair for you."

"Life usually isn't."

"Your dad just got back…I should let him see you. Let you see him."

"I'll see you later then-you can meet me back at home when I get out of here."

"I don't think you'll be out of here for a while."

I laugh at his innocence. "Mrs. McCall works here, Isaac. I can wiggle my way through anything here."

"That's my girl."