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Red hot pain, intense and all engulfing, throbbed and pulsated its way through her brain, leaving a path of destruction in its wake. Agony like no other infiltrating and poisoning her mind, leaving her a screaming seizing mess in the wreckage of her car.

Behind her eyelids all she saw was red, bright yet dull all at once. The kind of red that meant danger. The same kind of red that she had seen too many times, watching those she loved die. That very same red became a part of her in that moment, infiltrating her entire existence.

She knew she needed to move, to get the hell out of dodge but all she could focus on was the blinding pain paralysing her, willing in that moment to do anything to make it stop. To get rid of this unbearable burning.

Was today the day?

Was today the day she was going to die?

Was her story over?

She knew he was here, hovering above her. She could feel the heated puffs of breath from his nostrils as he eyed her up, toying with his prey. The red from his murderous gaze blinding her, despite her eyes being closed. And, for whatever reason, she suddenly knew why he was doing all of this.

Revenge.

She didn't know how she knew that, but she did. She was certain of it. Just as certain as how she knew he had lost people: family… just like her. His motives, although questionable, were somewhat understandable. Loss could either make you or break you. She got that. She did. Her losses had broken her time and time again, crushing her soul and spirit which lead her to make so many wrong decisions, many of which she regretted. So yeah, in that moment, for whatever reason, she understood.

When her brain connected the dots and made that startling realisation, the splitting pain inside her began to dwindle enough so that she could open her eyes, gasping back big breaths of air.

…

No more red.

…

Through the hazy blurriness she looked around, seeing nothing but broken glass and gloomy darkness, gingerly raising a hand to touch the side of her head, wincing as it touched open flesh, the harsh stinging making her jolt.

Every inch of her hurt, every single atom in her body wanting her to just lay back and rest but she knew she couldn't do that. The alpha was still out there somewhere and, despite whatever brief connection they formed, she didn't trust that he wouldn't still rip her head off.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to steady her racing heart before she carefully shimmied herself towards the space where her driver's side window used to be, ignoring the shards of glass that cut into her skin, using the crumpled frame of the car to push herself to her feet.

A howl sounded in the distance, so fierce and taunting it made her neck break out into a nervous sweat, turning her tense stare to the soon-to-be full moon, the silvery glow bathing her in light.

Was tonight a warning? A warning that worse things were yet to come?

Copper blood seeped into her eyes, stinging her vision as she briefly glanced around to look for her phone but everything was blurring together, her consciousness beginning to fade until she forcefully jolted herself awake, giving her cheek a small slap.

Now was not the time.

Despite the bordering on debilitating pain, she groggily managed to slip and stumble through the grass, pulling herself up the small slope and onto the main road, her knees suddenly buckling and hitting the tarmac. She could feel the small glass shards deepening into her shoulders and back, her head thumping as it poured a steady stream of blood down her face, the ache of her knees as they dug into the hard concrete ground but she had no energy to try and minimise it, to stop any part of her from hurting.

She just simply kneeled on the road, half dazed, barely consciousness, bloody and torn up until the sudden invasion of a bright set of headlights shot right through her, making everything hurt ten times worse. She raised a shaky hand to half-heartedly cover her eyes, blocking out the brightness through bloody fingers, listening to the car suddenly come to a screeching halt just feet away from her, a worried voice calling her name.

"Derek?" she mumbled, watching through bleary eyes as the figure rushed towards her, "how did you… find me…?"

"I heard the howl" was his short response, dropping to his knees opposite her, "are you okay?"

She chuckled a little at that, trying to hide her wince.

"Do I look okay to you?"

His gentle fingers carefully touched the side of her head just above her temple but she recoiled in hurt, the stinging flaring up again.

"Sorry" Derek mumbled, looking down at his hands in alarm, covered in her blood, "I think you need to go to the hospital"

She immediately shook her head at that suggestion, her stubbornness breaking out. No. No hospitals. Definitely no hospitals. She hated hospitals. She didn't cope well with hospitals. There was absolutely no way she was going near one.

"No Derek... M'fine" she protested - if she went to the hospital they would probably do a whole bunch of tests on her and find her seriously abnormal DNA - they would poke and prod her, wondering why the hell she was different and that was something she was not prepared for.

"You don't heal like us Kayla and I think you have a concussion" Derek replied but Kayla felt like her ears were full of cotton wool because Derek's voice was muffled and slow and why the hell was her head splitting in two?

"I.. I-"

The world was spinning dangerously on its side, her stomach clenching and curling with nausea, sickness squeezing her stomach.

What had just happened? What was going on? Why… why couldn't she remember anything?

She blinked a few times, trying to clear the haze as she peered across at Derek, a blanket of confusion settling over her.

"Wh-where… am I?" she slurred in confusion before she felt her stomach heaving and lurched forward, Derek hurriedly moving with her to hold her hair back and cup her shoulders, his voice trying to relax her as she coughed up some acidic bile mixed with blood.

"Derek... what-" everything was tilting at an awkward angle, her entire body weakening and failing that she just slumped against Derek as her eyes slid shut, her whole body screaming and begging for sleep.

"Kayla? Kayla? Don't sleep - you can't sleep" Derek snapped, tapping her cheek to try and wake her up - he knew that people with concussions weren't supposed to fall asleep, it could cause complications that were hard to fix but, to his worry, Kayla's eyes remained closed and Derek felt himself beginning to panic.

No, no, no this was not happening again - not after the rest of his family, not after Laura...

He picked her up, sliding his arms under her legs and holding her to his chest as he raced back to his car, almost ripping the door off as he lay her down in the back seat on her side, peeling off his leather jacket and placing it gently under her head, being careful not to aggravate the glass wounds penetrating her body.

Derek stroked her cheek one last time, silently promising her that everything would be okay before jumping in the front of his car and taking off down the deserted road, breaking several speeding limits to get to the hospital, skidding to a sharp stop in front of the emergency room entrance.

"Wha-what happened?" Kayla slurred, beginning to rise from all the jostling, sitting up and holding a hand to her forehead and wincing as Derek breathed a sigh of relief at seeing her awake and talking, helping her sit forward.

"Do you feel dizzy? Sick? Tired?" he asked in worry, eyeing up her head that was still seeping blood.

"I feel like crap" she confirmed, shutting her eyes against the blaring lights from the hospital signs.

"Do you remember what happened? What you saw?" he rattled off again and, despite the situation, Kayla managed to glare at him.

"What's with the twenty questions?" she snapped irritably, accepting Derek's hand to help her stand from the car but immediately swaying, collapsing against him.

"Okay easy... easy" he coaxed, a lot gentler than most people would think him possible as he scooped her into his arms effortlessly, "you hit your head pretty hard"

"Really? No shit sherlock" she groaned, a tense edge of sarcasm to her tone, "now let me down"

"No chance" he protested, tightening his grip around her as he strode towards the ER entrance, "you're hurt. Just shut up and let me help"

She was still half out of it, muttering out a half-hearted objection as she saw the hospital but Derek didn't listen, confidently carrying her in and asking for help, placing her on a gurney as nurses swam around them, reacting to the emergency.

He couldn't save his family, but Kayla? Kayla he could save… even if she did end up hating him for it.

Stiles had paced the length and breadth of the hospital hallways what felt like hundreds of times, his feet beginning to ache.

The doctor was taking his sweet ass time examining his father, leaving Stiles to be an anxious worried mess, his thumb nail beginning to bleed with how hard he had bit it. Every single paranoid and anxious thought racing through his head a million miles an hour.

What if his dad was badly hurt? What is his injuries permanently damaged him? What if there was a complication and he lost him?

He shook away those thoughts, his sneaker clad feet squeaking on the shiny floors as he turned around to resume his needless pacing but caught sight of a large dark figure leaning against the wall, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Derek" he exclaimed in shock, looking around wildly to make sure no-one saw him before fumbling his way over to the werewolf - who, by the way, still scared him. In response to his shout, Derek glowered at him, his forehead tense and furrowed as he stared at him in distain.

"Wh-what're you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" Derek retorted, crossing his arms over his chest and narrowing his eyes.

"I-I asked you first" Stiles retorted, biting the inside of his cheek as he thought he saw Derek's eyes glow blue for a moment. Okayyyyy... maybe he would just answer the stupid question first then. There was no need for heads to go flying.

"At the parent-teacher conference my dad, he uh... there was this mountain lion and, uh... he got knocked over by a car"

He bit his lip, trying not to let his anger slip through the surface at the reminder of his dads injuries - Scott was supposed to protect those people and where was he? Off with his girlfriend, having fun. Nice for some huh?

He was sure Derek could hear his heart beating a mile a minute and thought he saw a look of concern flit across the older man's face but put it down to his over active imagination. Since when did Derek actually care? Stiles had never witnessed it and was pretty sure he would never - that man was as cold as ice.

"So..." Stiles shrugged, not waiting around for Derek's awkward apology, "what are you doing here? I was under the impression your own little werewolf ass could heal itself"

"I can heal myself" Derek said, a slight smug undertone breaking through, "unfortunately, my cousin can't"

Whoa... what?!

Stiles felt his chest tighten with worry, like a giant invisible fist was squeezing his heart. What the hell was going on? Kayla was hurt? How? When? Where? By who? He had left her curled up on his bed, throwing a blanket over her and tucking her in beifre racing to the hospital. He was sure she would be out the whole night - or, at least, the majority of it. What could've happened? Should he not have left her in such a vulnerable state?

"W-What? Kayla?" he exclaimed, "but- I left her sleeping on my bed... she was completely out of it"

Derek slowly tilted his head to the side, giving Stiles a full blown death glare, his expression tight and annoyed.

"No... no, not like... oh my god, not like that" Stiles exclaimed, rushing to try and explain to Derek before he went all K-niney and clawy and ripped his throat out, "I meant there was a mix up with aspirin and the benzos and then with the whole 'drugged up' thing, and I couldn't leave her alone and-and we didn't... I mean, we didn't do anything, nothing happened, no bodies were connecting or - I'm gonna shut up now" Stiles added, taking in a huge breath and placing his hands on his hips in an exaggerated manner, hoping to god he managed to convince Derek that nothing - nothing - was going on. Surprisingly, he actually liked having all his limbs in tact thank you very much.

Derek just continued to glare at him suspiciously, obviously unimpressed with his mad ramblings before rolling his eyes.

"I don't know what happened, she wasn't making a lot of sense but..." Stiles hung onto Derek's words like a lifeline, leaning forward, "I'm pretty sure it was the Alpha"

"The ALPHA?" Stiles exclaimed, his voice going a few octaves higher in pure shock as a few curious people looked up at his shout. In response, Derek smacked him around the head and dragged him further down the hallway, away from prying eyes and ears.

"What the hell? Are you stupid? Shut up" Derek growled.

"Okay, okay sorry" he muttered, rubbing his head where Derek's palm had collided with it, "But wait... she's okay right? I mean, it's not serious or anything?"

"I don't know" Derek sighed, "she was hurt pretty bad. Her car crashed and she wasn't wearing a seatbelt"

Oh god... this was bad. This was very very not good, just bad. Very very bad. All kinds of terrible really.

"I thought you said it was the alpha-"

"It was" Derek insisted, his patience wearing thin, "he was following her, for what reason I don't know. The same way I don't know why he didn't kill her on the spot"

"Well uh... not killing her is obviously a good thing, right?"

Derek's glare was enough to make Stiles shut up.

"The alpha..." Derek continued, "he has a plan. And for whatever reason, keeping Kayla alive seems to be part of that. I need to figure out why"

That was... so totally terrifying.

"For the love of almighty god, would you stop prodding me like a frigging doll" Stiles heard Kayla snap and relief spread through his veins at the sound of her voice - albeit annoyed and shaky, but alive none the less.

Both he and Derek glanced at each other, obviously thinking the same thing as they took off down the corridor and into the examination room that Kayla was currently in.

"Oh Derek, thank god" she exclaimed, standing there covered in blood, her white shirt that had been stained red cut off and discarded to the side, "can you tell these people that I am completely fine" she demanded, looking between the nurses on either side of her in something close to anger.

No, wait... not anger.

Fear.

... She was scared.

He hung back, glancing to the side to see the raw concern that was once evident in Derek's stare fade into pure relief - okay... so maybe he did care after all.

He tried not to stare, realising he probably shouldn't be here as she stood shirtless in nothing but a bra and some torn up jeans, a mix of dried and fresh blood sticking to her skin. Skin that was usually so smooth and perfect now covered in small nicks and gashes, pieces of broken glass sticking out her skin. The right side of her head, just above her temple, sporting a nasty bruised gash that still oozed blood, crusting into her wild hair.

To be honest, Stiles was surprised she was still standing. But - he supposed - that was her stubborn side shining through, determined not to show her weakness.

Kayla continued to glare at Derek, hoping and expecting him to get her out of hospital but Derek did not seem one bit willing, striding forward and holding up his hand with two fingers held up.

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Four" she replied instantly, "now can I leave?"

"Certainly not" one of the nurses objected, "miss Hale, it seems you have a very severe concussion. You need a CT to rule out any complications or bleeding on the brain, not to mention we need to safely remove these glass shards to cause minimal scarring. Now, if you could just relax and let us do our jobs, this whole procedure will go a lot easier"

"Is that a threat?" she demanded, "are you threatening me?"

"Kayla" Derek chastised, "you're injured"

"I am fine" she insisted, hiding her wince, "I just need to get out of here"

The nurses shared a look with each other, realising they were playing a losing game before looking at Derek.

"She needs a CT. Have a word with her and calm her down - please" one of them implored, "or we'll have to sedate her. What?" the nurse added as she removed her gloves, cocking a brow at an unamused Kayla, "we are just doing our jobs"

"Well-" Kayla scoffed, watching them leave the room to give Derek a chance to work some miracles, "-you can shove your job up your- Stiles?"

He jumped at the call of his name, looking up from the doorway he was awkwardly standing in and meeting her surprised gaze, the fire that was in there dulling slightly.

"What are you doing here? Is everything okay?" she asked.

"Uh... yes" he mumbled, "I mean no. Well, it depends on your definition of 'fine'"

"Well that made a lot of sense" she mumbled sarcastically, "I mean, I'm the one with the concussion and I think my body functions work better than yours"

"So you're admitting you're hurt and have a concussion then?" Derek interjected, much to Kayla's disdain.

"Shut up, I'm not talking to you"

Stiles cleared his throat nervously, a little scared of the tension brewing between the cousins.

"Uh... it was a, um... Mountain lion attack at the school - my dad got knocked over by a car in the chaos" Stiles explained and Kayla frowned at him, eyes turning sympathetic

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah, I think so... they're examining him now"

Silence fell in the room again, the three of them acting like they were in some sort of Mexican stand off.

"Kayla..." Derek sighed, "sit down"

"No"

"Kayla-"

"No Derek" she insisted, "why the hell did you take me here? You know I hate hospitals"

"What was I meant to do? You don't heal-"

"-Like you" she interrupted with an eyeroll, "I get it. I've heard it my whole damn life. But guess what? Even with the ability to heal people still die"

Stiles glanced down at the floor, adding two and two together. Right... even with werewolf abilities, her dad and brother still died in the hospital. No wonder she hated them.

Derek's look softened and, despite her glare, he took his chances and stepped towards her, gently taking her bare bloody arm and guided her to sit on the bed, picking up the small silver tray and tweasers.

"Yeah. People still die" Derek said softly, lifting the tweasers towards the back of her shoulder and gently pulling out a small shard of glass, "and I wasn't going to let you die on me too"

Stiles felt like an intruder to this moment, hovering and watching in on something personal but at the same time he didn't want to leave.

Derek continued using the tweasers to pick and dig the glass from her back and arms, being so gentle and attentive and for whatever reason she let him, the stubborn fire fading from her gaze. Or maybe it was the exhaustion kicking in, the pain returning to her body as she winced.

"Stilinski" Derek barked, "be useful and get over here and hold her hand"

He gulped, looking around to make sure Derek actually meant him but there was no one else in the room and, judging by the werewolf's glare, he was quickly running out of patience.

"R-Right. Okay"

He fumbled forward, trying not to be a complete and utter klutz as he stood in front of her, awkwardly holding out his hand palm up and she just smirked but accepted it, giving it a tight squeeze and making him wince.

"So..." Derek said, peeling another shard of glass from her shoulder and she screwed her eyes shut in response, "you going to tell me what the hell happened out there?"

"I don't know" she sighed, not letting go of Stiles' hand, the fresh blood congealing between their palms, "I just remember not wanting to go home and then... then ending up in the middle of no where. I don't remember driving there. Next thing I know I just... I get this awful feeling. And I just knew he was following me. I started driving faster and then he knocked into me. The whole thing is a blur"

"And he just left you alive?"

Stiles watched as she frowned, glancing down at her lap.

"I... I don't know" she sighed, "but I got this feeling like... like I knew him. Like I knew why he was doing this... he wants revenge"

"Revenge?" Stiles asked, "for what?"

"I don't know" she sighed, "but I felt so much pain coming off him. He's hurting"

Derek stopped what he was doing, dropping the tweasers into the silver tray and placing his hands on her shoulder gently to turn her towards him.

"You think you know him?"

"Maybe. I don't know" she murmured, "there was just something familiar about him and then I got this pain-"

She got interrupted by the door opening and the two nurses from earlier walking in, one holding out a nightgown.

"Miss Hale, if you could just change into this and we'll get you taken down for your head CT. Do you need help changing?"

Stiles knew straight away that was the wrong things to say to her because her glare turned icy cold again and he could practically hear her teeth grinding against each other in irritation.

"I'm pretty sure I can manage" she snapped, dropping Stiles' hand which suddenly felt very cold without her holding it, standing up and ripping the nightgown from the nurses hands, "I can actually walk and talk - a miracle right?" she sassed, steadying herself on her feet and he definitely didn't envy their jobs right now, especially having to look after a seriously irritated and hard headed Hale.

Stiles did not expect to be waiting in the hospital corridor with Derek frigging Hale of all people, but it was amazing what circumstances you could find yourself in.

Now, not only was he worried about his dad but he was worried about Kayla too. Yeah, she may have been semi coherent, talking and just able to walk, but she was covered in blood and her head wound looked serious. What if she started haemorrhaging? Bleeding on the brain? A clot? Head injuries were complicated things, and she was definitely sporting a nasty one.

He hasn't even realised he was pacing again until Derek grabbed his arm in a vice like grip, pulling him back against the wall.

"Would you stop already?" he growled, "you're annoying me"

"I-I'm annoying you?" Stiles scoffed, "this whole thing you got going on-" he waved his hand out towards Derek, "-annoys me, so..."

Derek rolled his eyes, holding him back against the wall.

"Stop pacing"

"I pace when I'm worried"

"Well stop"

"Stop what - pacing or worrying?"

"Both"

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Stiles exclaimed, "the alpha is going to kill us all"

"No he won't"

"He might"

"Yeah" Derek muttered, throwing him a sideways look, "one can hope"

Stiles screwed his face up at Derek, their back and forth jabs gaining momentum.

"Maybe I... maybe I shouldn't have left her" Stiles sighed, "I should've stayed until she woke up and drove her home myself"

"No" Derek said, "you did the right thing. You needed to be here with your dad"

"If I knew-"

"You didn't though. So drop it" Derek replied, "don't make this your fault"

She should've been safe in his house, in his bed, but instead she wasn't. She woke up, disoriented and out of it, making her way home herself and the Alpha sensed her vulnerability and used it to taunt and hurt her.

So yeah, he was feeling guilty. It seemed he couldn't do anything right lately.

He was saved in trying to think of a decent reply by the sound of a gurney getting wheeled down the corridor and he and Derek both looked up to see Kayla sitting up in the bed, her head freshly stitched and the blood cleaned off her.

"You good?" Derek asked, following Kayla into the room and Stiles simply did the same, not knowing what else to do.

"I'm good. See? All patched up" she pointed to her head, "where are my clothes?"

"Wait" Stiles exclaimed, "they're letting you leave?"

She shot him a glare, "why wouldn't they?"

"Uh-"

"Because you're hurt" Derek interrupted, "are you lying?"

"I'm not lying"

"You're lying" Derek accused, folding his arms across his face, "I can hear your heartbeat"

"Would you stop with that?" she snapped, "it's intrusive"

"I wouldn't need to if you didn't lie"

"Oh my god, you're infuriating" she snapped, "it's just a concussion"

"And we need to monitor you overnight" another voice sounded and they all looked around to see one of the nurses standing in the doorway holding her chart, "it's just one night Miss Hale. We don't want any fluid build up"

"This is ridiculous" she raged, "I've had worse than a stupid bump to the head"

"I know you have. I've seen your medical records" the nurse sighed, "but it's our job to make sure you stay okay and trust me, this is for the best. It's just one night. If it helps, we can sedate you-"

"Sedate me?" she interrupted, "sedate me? Why the hell would I want to be sedated?"

The nurse, clearly fed up with the attitude, simply placed the chart at the end of the bed and walked out, Kayla making faces behind her back as she left.

"You're going to stay here" Derek ordered, "and be safe. I'm going to see if I can find anything where your car crashed. Maybe pick up a scent or something"

"Reckless" she muttered under her breath, "and stupid. You could die"

"I'm not going to die" Derek rolled his eyes before looking at him, "Stilinski, you're going to stay here and keep an eye on her. Make sure she does as she's told"

"M-Me?"

"Yes, you" Derek groaned, "trust me, if I had other options you would be my last choice"

"Wow, thanks"

"Stay here" Derek pointed at them, "both of you. I'll be back in the morning"

Stiles turned around to tell Derek this was a stupid idea but in the split second it took for him to react, Derek had already gone, disappeared from sight.

"Wha- does he always do that?"

Kayla scoffed and rolled her eyes, clearly still displeased.

"Yeah. He's annoying like that"

He awkwardly stepped further into the room, rolling back and forth on the balls of his feet as he tapped his fingers along the rails of the bed, catching glimpses at her from the corner of his eye.

"It was just a stupid car crash" she grumbled, "I'm fine"

"Well, you don't look fine"

"You saying I look terrible?"

"What? No. God no" he insisted, "I just... there was a lot of blood. You could've died"

"But I didn't" she shrugged, "still kicking"

"I uh... I was worried" he sighed, "about you. When Derek said what happened I... I was worried"

"Well I should hope so" she smirked, "you'd be a pretty shit friend if you weren't"

He rolled his eyes but couldn't help the small laugh that escaped his lips, her ability to always somehow make him laugh somewhat refreshing.

"Let's just not make this a regular thing, huh?"

She grinned, "wasn't planning on it"

He relaxed a little, pulling up the little uncomfortable plastic chair next to to her bed, taking a seat and giving his sore feet a rest from the relentless pacing he had done over the last few hours.

"I'm guessing there's no chance I can get your help in sneaking me out of here, is there?"

"Yeah" he scoffed, "no chance"

"Well you can't just sit here all night, what about your dad?"

"My dad is... he's fine" he said, "he's still getting examined"

"Dad trumps friend. Go"

"Nope"

"I won't try and escape"

"Yes you will" he said knowingly with a smirk, "you hate hospitals"

She sighed, puffing out a long breath as she rested back against the pillows.

"Yeah. I do hate hospitals"

"Me too" Stiles offered up, somehow feeling comfortable opening up to her, "so why don't we hate them together?"

"Stiles, honestly-" she smiled, "-you don't have to stay. I'll just source myself some jello, watch some crap TV and count down the minutes till I can sign those release forms"

"I know I don't, but I want to" he insisted, "I want to stay, so please just let me"

Her look softened, watching him carefully as she studied his expression, scrutinising what felt like every fine line on his face for what, he didn't know, but it was slightly unnerving to say to the least.

"I uh... I would really like that" she murmured softly, nodding her head, "a little company might be nice"

"So, you're stuck with me" he shrugged, "suck it up Hale"

She grinned widely, holding out her hand towards him which he looked down at, wondering what she was wanting but she simply rolled her eyes and reached out further, grabbing his hand in hers tightly.

"And you're stuck with me"

"Oh no" he joked, "how will I cope?"

Her smile was genuine, fading into a more relaxed expression as she watched him, her hand warm and tight around his.

"What?" he asked, flushing a little under her constant stare, "what is it?"

"Nothing" she shrugged, "I just like looking at you is all"

The entire contents of his stomach dropped at that, his eyebrows shooting high into his forehead at that admission.

"You... You like... at me..."

"Yeah. Yeah, I do. Is that a problem?"

He gulped nervously, shaking his head, unable to find his voice.

"Good" she smiled, "and uh... thanks again for staying. No one ever stays... it's... it's nice to find someone that does"

He followed through on his promise.

He stayed.

He stayed the entire damn night.

a/n) urghhhh connection hahhaha by more slow burn I mean like the chapters are more filled and there's extra stuff in there; the timeline of their relationship will still mostly be the same :) but they're killing Me I love them lol so I hope you all enjoyed and please please review :) thank you xxx