A/N: Well, this is a little chapter, cute and fluffy. I own nothing, sadly :)
As I knew she would, Ms. McCall snuck me out of the hospital earlier others would have. She was sweet and motherly, like she always is to me. 'Daughter I always wanted' she calls me. I'm just happy I have someone who I can talk to about boys and make up and bras when I was younger.
Stiles wheeled me inside, joking that I am so lucky, not having to do gym for the next few weeks. Dad hit him on the head, but with a grateful smile. I know he doesn't want to be sad any longer. As Stiles stops the wheel chair at the couch, I let my head fall back.
"Think they'd let me go late to class for a while?" I grin over at my brother, who nods eagerly.
"I bet I'll get off the hook after explaining I had to help you to class," Stiles adds. "What a shame it would be to have to wheel you to every class."
"I think this won't be as bad as we thought it would be." I admit.
"Definitely not." He agrees.
Dad comes in and sits down on the couch next to me, holding my hand in his. "So, I was thinking, no school this week? Just take it off."
At one point, I would have been all for it. "You know what, I think I'll go to school. I lost my leg saving you Dad. And if people judge me for it, that's their problem. Not mine."
Dad smiles, and I see tears shine in his eyes. "Are you sure? I know Stiles wouldn't mind staying home to help you around."
My eyes meet Stiles' and I know he is proud that I'm going back. "No, school sounds great."
Dad looks ready to reason with me when the doorbell rings. Without waiting, four of my best friends come bounding through the door. They carry bags from Kroger, pans of what can only be delicious food made by moms and bags full of who knows what.
"Okay, so we were thinking we would all camp out here for a few days while you are getting situated, watch tons of movies, eat as much ice cream and lasagna as humanly possible, and take advantage of sympathetic moms." Lydia tells us as they drop the food at the kitchen and their bags full of clothes on the living room floor.
"And no worries, we of course brought The Notebook." Allison rolls her eyes and Lydia, who clutches her favorite movie to her chest, grins and nods.
"How could we pass up a chance to watch it every day?" We all groan, but we all know we secretly love watching it.
"That sounds perfect." Dad agrees. "I will be working late hours anyways, damn surgeries cost a lot." His eyes flicker to mine, and guilt overcomes me before I realize he is working regular night shifts.
Lydia squeals happily. "This is going to be just great. Let me just go grab the other three bags out of the car!" I laugh when she turns back and grabs Scott. "They're a little heavy. Werewolf strength would help."
Allison takes my dad's seat as he gets up to go put his uniform on. "How are you feeling now? I was thinking first round of lasagna right away."
"Food sounds great." I pilot myself to turn around with her, noticing Isaac's worried eyes on me. Being the gentlemen he is, he hurries to me and takes the handles to push me to the kitchen.
"You know, I should get used to doing it by myself." I remind him.
He shrugs, not at all caring. "I don't mind doing it." And I know he doesn't just mean now, but everyday, twenty four seven.
"It might get annoying having to push me, your little friend, around in a wheel chair, which makes me feel like an old grandma by the way, around all day and night." Allison laughs at my grandma quip.
"Aw, you don't seem like an old grandma." Isaac tells me. "An sassy aunt, that would be you. Not a grandma just yet." He ruffles my hair and grabs me a plate for my food.
"No, no I want the whole pan. Hospital food sucks, Lahey. I want some good, homemade lasagna. Hand it over." My arm reaches out for the pan, not at all joking.
"Hey, that pudding is so worth it." Isaac searches for a fork and knife in the drawers, before I point out the right one to him.
Allison, a good memory of coming over here in the past year, knows exactly where plastic cups and plates are, setting them out on the table, next to the ice cream, lasagna, chips and soda.
"Whatcha want?" She asks as she grabs a cup for me.
"What do you think I want?" I say as I eye the Dr Pepper.
"What else…" She pours me a full cup of Dr Pepper and hands it to me, and I slurp up a mouth full.
"Hey, Stilinski! Leave some for the rest of us!" Lydia shouts from the living room.
"Yeah, no need to chug it like last time!" Scott yells.
Last time we got a big bottle of Dr Pepper, I drank it in eleven minutes. It had been an ongoing game with myself, to time how long it took me to drink the 48 ounce bottle. What can I say? Dr Pepper is more of an essential in my life than water.
Dad walks in and plants a kiss on my cheek. "I'll be back early to see you lot to school." I give him an awkward, half sitting hug and watch him out the door.
"Need more already?" Isaac asks, eyeing my empty cup. I grin, nodding.
"I swear, you need to go to rehab for Dr Pepper addiction." Lydia sighs, walking in and taking the Dr Pepper out with her.
"Grab the lasagna and wheel me after her Lahey! That bottle is mine!" I urge Isaac along.
After grabbing a pan of lasagna, we make our way back to the living room where Scott and Stiles have set up a make shift bed for everyone out of dozens of pillows and blankets. Stiles grabs me out of the wheel chair and sets me down on the couch, plopping down next to me. Scott takes his seat next to me, Allison sitting herself next to him, surprisingly. Lydia gingerly sits next to Stiles, and I internally grin for him. Isaac, no more room on the couch, is in front of me, back to my knees.
Lydia has put in The Notebook, the lights dimmed, and we sit for the night, laughing at some parts and crying at others, eating ice cream and lots of lasagna, me alone finishing the Dr Pepper in a record of nine minutes, feeling like it's finally over and we can relax.
For now, everything is good.