After three very long, sleepless, nights Wynonna and Doc had managed to get Constance Clootie to help. Doc and Wynonna had argued for two days on if they should let her go and what it could mean for Purgatory. From what I could tell Doc didn't want to let her go because she was the one who had turned him immortal before dropping him into a well for 80 plus years. Wynonna didn't care what it took to save Waverly and after the second night Doc agreed that Waverly should be the focus. It took this Clootie woman another day to work out how to get the spirit or goo or whatever out of Waverly. Once she was done Wynonna told her that if she ever step foot within the Ghost River Triangle she was going back in the salt. The threat of salt seemed to really get to this woman, once she was done with Waverly she was out the door as quickly as her feet would carry her.

When Clootie left Wynonna took up her seat on Waverly's bed and I was still sitting on the desk chair; Doc had excused himself and I could now hear him pacing downstairs. Wynonna and I sat silently as we waited for the last of the sedation drugs to wear off. Wynonna was holding one of Waverly's hands and I am holding the other. Come on, Baby. It's time to wake up.

Waverly's face started to scrunch up the way it always does when she is waking up. I always thought it was cute, but I have never been so relieved to see the scrunch of Waverly's face.

"Hey, Baby Girl, you gave us quite a scare," Wynonna said pushing the hair out of Waverly's face. I kept my hand firmly around Waverly's, but I don't say anything, preferring to give the Earp sisters a minute. If I could force myself to stand up I would let them talk privately, but seeing Waverly's eyes free of the black, I couldn't make myself stand.

"What happened?" Waverly whispers, she sounds confused and little lost. I give her had a squeeze to let her know I am here for her. The squeeze alerts Waverly to my presence and she turns and looks at me. Despite everything that's been going on I feel myself smile because having Waverly's attention always makes me feel like I can take on anything.

"What do you remember?" Wynonna asks.

Waverly looks over at her sister and then back at me. She looks even more confused, like she is trying to figure out what to say and then it hits me, Waverly doesn't know I know about the revenants. No one got the chance to tell her before all of this happened.

"I know about the curse," I tell her. Her eyes go wide and shoots Wynonna a look.

"Don't look at me, that was all Doc," Wynonna said holding her hands up.

"Doc? Oh god. Doc, where is he? Did I…" Waverly goes to sit up, but Wynonna put her hands on Waverly's shoulder and gently forced her back down on the bed.

"He's fine, downstairs." Wynonna said as she kept her hands on Waverly's shoulders.

"Okay. I need to talk to him," Waverly said urgently.

"I think he's asleep," Wynonna lied. I can clearly still hear Doc pacing downstairs.

"Can you please just tell him I'm sorry. I wasn't me when I shot at him." Waverly said. I look at Wynonna with a questioning look. That was news to me.

"Baby Girl, he knows, he's sorry for shooting at you too." Wynonna said. That I knew about because Wynonna had said Doc had had to disarm her of the gun she was holding.

"I don't get what happened." Waverly said.

"Maybe we should talk about this in the morning," I suggest hoping the Earp sisters will agree with me. They both look exhausted and whatever the goo that had infected Waverly was, it could wait until tomorrow. They both needed sleep.

"She's right, you get some sleep and tomorrow we talk about all of this," Wynonna said and she leaned down and gave Waverly a kiss on the forehead.

I bring Waverly's hand to my lips and give it a kiss before setting it back down on the bed and I begin to rise for the first time in what felt like days. Waverly's hand tightens on mine and I looked down at her I was about to ask her if she needed something before I went downstairs and tried to sleep on a couch back down there.

"Stay?" Waverly whispers; still holding my hand tight.

"Well, that's my que to leave," Wynonna says and gets off the bed and makes her way over to the door, before she leaves she turns and looks straight at Waverly before saying, "Just don't do anything I wouldn't do, Baby girl," and with that Wynonna closed the door behind her. I look back at Waverly, who had a slight blush on her cheeks from Wynonna's suggestion.

"Stay?" Waverly asks again.

I sit back down on my chair by her bed and say, "I'm not going anywhere."

"You can't sit on that chair all night," Waverly says and she scouts over on the bed to allow room for me to lay down with her. I stand back up and stretch out my muscles from sitting by Waverly's bedside for three days.

"Are you sure?" I ask her before I climb onto the bed. Waverly nods and I lay down on the bed beside her.

As soon as I am situated on the bed Waverly snuggled up to me and she rested her head on my shoulder and she had her body pressed into my side. I put one arm around Waverly's shoulder and took one of her hands to hold in my other hand.

"So… uh… you know?" Waverly said into the night.

"Yea, well I know the basics," I answer.

"What do you know?"

"That Wynonna's gun sends Wyatt Earp's outlaws back to hell." I say trying to the wording right from what Doc had told me.

"Who told you?"

"Doc Holiday,"

"Doc!?" Waverly says and she bolts up right and her hand, that I had been holding over my chest, presses hard into me, into the bruise left by getting shot. I involuntarily suck in a breath, the pain from the bruised area catching me totally off guard. "Nicole? Are you okay?" Waverly immediately asks after hearing my intake of breath.

"Yea, I'm still a bit bruised." I explained.

"Bruised…" Waverly seems confused by that before realization dawns on her, "Willa… Are you sure you are okay? Did you go to the hospital? I can't believe she shot you, no I take that back I can believe it."

"I'm fine, Waves." I tell her and coax her back to laying down with me.

She begins to trace patterns over my t-shirt and she seems lost in thought and I don't want to interrupt thinking so I just run my fingertips up and down her spine.

"How are you doing with knowing about the revenants? I know you had your suspicions, but knowing for sure is different." Waverly says.

"Honestly? It's a relief to know that I'm not crazy." I answer.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't tell you sooner," Waverly says.

"Well I do have a few questions about this curse, but it could wait until morning," I told her.

"Yea, tomorrow," Waverly agrees.