I did end up playing both Scott and Isaac in checkers; when the two came back the next day, they had brought a box with them that contained a checkers board. I played them both; I tied with Scott, both of us getting two wins each. Isaac, on the other hand, lost every match we played. He kept calling rematches, and saying that I was "cheating somehow" and that he'd "figure out how to beat me eventually". We got to match number thirty-four before he called it quits, nearly throwing the board up off of the bed in frustration. Scott had moved one of the two chairs in the room over to the wall he had been leaning on yesterday, so he could watch the whole thing go down. I think when he decided to watch he thought that we'd only play maybe two or three matches, not the amount we actually had. He had an amused expression on his face, clearly finding it utterly hilarious that Isaac just couldn't beat me at a simple game of checkers.

Isaac was sitting at the end of the hospital bed, cross-legged and frankly looking to tall and lanky to be doing so. He looked absolutely preposterous. "How are you doing that," he asked as he rubbed his hands over his face, resting his hands at mouth line. His hands were pressed together, touching his nose and lips, his thumbs hooked under his chin. "There is no way you can beat me thirty-four times in a row. It's scientifically impossible. You have to lose at least once, unless you've rigged this game somehow."

"I don't know what to tell you Isaac, but I'm just really good at checkers." I shrugged and he just let out a frustrated sigh. "You know, if it makes you feel better, I'll let you win. But only one time, one time, and that is it. In all other games of checkers, you will lose."

"No, that's cheating. It's like telling me you're going to give me a puppy and you get me an iguana instead. I want my single win to be one that I did on my own."

"Fine, whatever. Your loss for your only chance at winning." I stretched out "-ing" in the last word, raising my eyebrows slightly at him.

"Nope. I gotta win on my own, sorry Nat."

"Well, if you're not gonna play again, then get off my bed. There is a completely fine chair over there where you won't look like a giraffe trying to sit on a boulder in the serengeti."

Isaac scoffed, putting his hands on his hips and looking away somewhat dramatically.

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It's supposed to mean that you are really tall and look strange sitting cross-legged at the end of my bed. Now scram before I have to kick you off. Literally."

He complied with my order, getting off the bed and moving to the chair. I yawned slowly, stretching my arms above my head. "You guys can leave if you want. You don't have to stay here all the time with me. I was thinking about taking a nap or something. Beating Isaac at checkers tuckered me out."

"I will beat you, one day," he said, getting up out of the chair he had just sat down in, Scott getting up out of his chair after him.

"Better get workin' on that one Lahey, I don't have many days left."

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I ended up sleeping for roughly seven hours, plenty of time that would provide me with enough energy to keep me awake all night. Hurray. I had missed when Melissa had come in and brought me dinner, which consisted of a ham and cheese sandwich, applesauce, and orange, and a bottle of water. Hospital food sucked, especially the sandwiches. Well, at least I could still eat solid food and they didn't have to force it into me via tubes down my throat. I ate the sandwich and downed the bottle of water, leaving the thing of applesauce on the tray; that stuff was gross. The texture, the flavor, the smell, all of it was just disgusting to me, and I have no idea why. I peeled the orange with my fingers and ate it slowly.

After I had finished eating, I laid back down in the bed and I rolled over, stretching my arms out and rolling my ankles. A few joints cracked, but it felt good. I sat up, running my hands through my hair and sighing. I threw off the edge of the blanket that covered me, deciding to get up and use the bathroom. My feet touched the floor and I recoiled slightly, the cold of the tiles seeping through my socks. I stood up, using the pole that the IV hung on to steady myself. The room's door suddenly swung open, and I expected Melissa to be on the other side, here to give me a dose of medicine or change my intravenous fluid or something. But I was wrong. The door swung open to reveal Scott, Isaac, and Stiles. All three of them looked excited, especially Stiles. He was practically radiating the excitement that was on his face.

"Ahem?" I said, putting my free hand on my hip. All three of them gave me a confused look, and I sighed. "You could knock first. I could've been naked." I could see all there of their faces flush slightly at the comment, and I withheld a snicker that desperately wanted to make its way out of my mouth. Scott grabbed the door handle, pulling it back slightly before knocking on it. A smile perked up in the corner of my mouth. "Come in," I said, motioning with my hand. The trio slowly shuffled into my room, a wide grin on Stiles' face, the other two looking somewhat suspicious. I raised my eyebrows at the three, leaning against the bed.

"Okay, what's up? I feel like something's going on that you're not telling me about..."

Scott and Isaac glanced at Stiles, who was standing between them. Suddenly, Stiles a backpack out from behind his back.

"A backpack?"

"No, not a backpack. It's what's in the backpack. Geez, Natalie, I thought you'd have more of an imagination," Stiles said, unzipping and reaching his hand into it. He shuffled around a bit before he pulled out three movies. "I've also got popcorn in here."

"Movie night?"

"Exactly." He threw the movies on the end of my bed. "You three can decide on which movie we're going to watch while I step out to pop the popcorn." He slowly backed out of the room, leaving me alone with Scott and Isaac. I leaned forward and scooped up the movies, while the two took the chairs from across the room and moved them both to the right side of my bed, so we could all see the television that was mounted in the corner of the room. The movies Stiles had brought were the Avengers, Zombieland, and Mean Girls. Of course, he had to throw Mean Girls in there. I'd already seem all of the movies before me, but I was rooting for my favorite out of the three; Zombieland.

I hobbled to the bathroom and came back out, crawling into my bed.

Stiles came back with three bags of popcorn, holding them all in one hand, muttering "hot, hot, hot". He set them on the the table that had been between the two chairs, and pulled two big bowls out of the backpack, dumping the three bags into the bowls equally. "So have we decided yet?"

"I'm not even surprised that you own Mean Girls, I mean really. And no, we haven't decided."

"Well, I personally think we should watch the Avengers."

"The Avengers, really Stiles, really? I think we should watch something with more obvious comedy, like Zombieland. They say laughter's the best medicine, right?" I stuck out my bottom lip, giving him puppy-dog eyes.

"Zombieland..?" It was Isaac.

"Zombieland, you know, the one with the twinkie-obsessed guy who calls himself Tennessee, and the girls that steal his truck," Scott said.

"Again, I repeat. Zombieland..?"

"Have you not seen Zombieland?" Stiles said, complete shock in his tone.

"I just haven't seen a lot of movies, okay?"

"Then we have to watch it. Have to."

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Apparently, Stiles came completely prepared; he had brought a DVD player, and somehow managed to hook it up to the television that was in the room. He put the disc in and tossed the little remote to me. I caught it, but it almost hit Scott in the head.

"How...how did you even manage that?" I asked him, completely surprised.

"Magic," he said, flicking off the lights. He went to go and sit down, but let out an annoyed sigh when he found that there were no seats open. Scott had taken the chair that was next to my bed, and Isaac the chair next to him. "Aw, c'mon, are you serious?"

"You snooze, you lose," Isaac muttered under his breath.

"Yes, because I can totally claim a seat when I am hooking up the DVD player, Isaac, that is a thing that I can do."

"Hey, there's always the floor."

"If I have to sit on the floor, then I'm taking the whole bowl of popcorn," Stiles said, taking the bowl that sat on the arm of the chair Isaac was sitting in in into his own hands roughly, causing a few kernels to fly out of the bowl. He sat quickly down on the floor, and I skipped the movie previews and went straight to the main menu, and pressed play.

"Isaac, get ready to watch the best movie you will ever see," I said, shoving a handful of popcorn into my mouth.

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Halfway through the movie, Melissa came in the room to check on me. She gave all of us a puzzled look, like she was looking over the situation. She rested her eyes on me and I subtly pointed to Stiles, who was into the movie more than any of us.

"Stiles?"

He looked from the movie to Melissa, then back to the movie. "Yeah, Mrs. McCall?"

"Where did you - how did you- nevermind, I don't even want to know," she said, waving a hand and moving over to check my monitors.