Suddenly everything became one loud, deafening, whirlwind of hell. Isaac didn't know how long it lasted. Seconds, minutes- it felt like hours. He quickly became short of breath. He was having a panic attack. No, not here, not now. He began to feel light headed, his heart racing. And then everything went black.

He opened his eyes. He was lying in a hospital room attached to machines, a heart monitor beeping slowly next to his bed. He was wearing a hospital gown and someone had cleaned him.

Isaac tried to sit up but a pain in his side forced him to remain lying down.

"Isaac," Scott said, getting up from the chair next to the bed. "Isaac, your awake."

He tried to speak but the words caught in his throat. His mouth was dry as a bone.

Scott stood over him, smiling.

"W-water," Isaac said, weakly.

Scott rushed to the other side of the bed where a tray and a cup of water were set on a nightstand. He grabbed the plastic cup and held it to Isaac's mouth and slowly tipped it forward into Isaac's mouth.

Once Isaac had had enough Scott put the glass back on the table.

Isaac looked at Scott. "What happened?" he asked.

"Argent saved us," Scott said as he circled back around and brought his chair closer to the bed. "You… you took a stray bullet in your stomach, then you blacked out. At least that's what they told me." Scott said, gesturing to his side.

"I don't remember anything. You knew he was there didn't you?" Isaac asked. "That's why you said no."

Scott nodded. "I saw Allison and another hunter behind one of the crates in the back of the room."

"What happened to everyone else?" Isaac asked gently sitting up. The pain was more bearable now that he had something to drink.

Scott took Isaac's hand in his. "Stiles is fine. He's down at the police station talking to his dad and Derek chased after the Alphas who escaped."

"What about Boyd?"

Scott's face grew darker, "The coroner took his body away."

Isaac looked down and then back at Scott, "Wait, you said 'the ones that got away'?"

Scott nodded.

"Who didn't?" Isaac asked.

"One of the twins. I think it was Aiden. I couldn't really tell."

"Is he…."

"Yeah," Scott said. "He's dead."

Isaac looked down again. "Good. They deserve worse." After a few moments he looked back at Scott, "How's your mom?"

"She's good," Scott said. "A little shaken, but she's good. They patched her up she's already helping with the wounded hunters."

Just then a knock came at the door to the hospital room. The door opened and through it walked Chris Argent.

"How ya doin'?" He asked Isaac.

I've been better, Isaac thought. "Fine," was all he said.

"Good," he said. "I'm sorry about Boyd. I know you guys were friends."

"Actually, Boyd kind of avoided us after he came back," Scott said. "I don't think he really wanted to be around us anymore." Scott looked down.

"Well.. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for what happened to you," Argent said to Isaac.

Isaac nodded and he turned and left the room.

"Have the police talked to you yet?" Isaac asked Scott.

"No, not yet." He said. "I came here with you in the ambulance."

Isaac smiled at Scott.

Scott smiled back but it didn't last long. He looked down at their hands, still entangled. "I've never been more scared in my entire life than I was today."

"Me too," Isaac said, stroking Scott's hand with his thumb. Isaac could see tears well up in Scott's eyes.

"I don't know what I would have done if you died today."

Isaac pulled Scott up to him and embraced him. "I'm not going anywhere, Scott." He said quietly.

"Not without me," Scott said as he pulled away. He gently kissed Isaac and returned to his seat. "Now get some sleep. You need to rest."

"Are you staying?" Isaac asked.

"Wouldn't be anywhere else."

Isaac smiled and lay back down in the bed and closed his eyes.

When Isaac woke up it was night. Scott was curled up on a small bench under the window nearest his bed, sleeping. Moonlight gleamed down on him. He looks so young when he sleeps, Isaac thought. After all the things they've been through it seemed impossible to Isaac that they're still teenagers.

In that moment anger filled him. Why can't we just be left alone? he thought. Why does he have to be thrown into the middle of everything?

Because he throws himself there, a voice deep down told him. And he knew it was right. It's who Scott is. He's the hero. A hero who would willing risk his life to save an innocent. Isaac had seen him do it countless times.

Isaac smiled. He's my hero, Isaac thought as he watched Scott sleep. My Alpha.

He closed his eyes and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.