16 hours. That's how long they were out, how long we all waited for them to wake up. When they finally did, to say I was relieved would be an understatement.

I sat in a chair over by Deacon and Isaac, my crutches were resting beside me. A yawn left my lips and I looked to the clock. "I hope they wake up soon-" I was cut short by the sound of water sloshing onto the floor, and gasping lungs.

All heads turned in the direction of the buckets, where Scott, Stiles, and Allison all sat out of the water. Each of them were sucking in oxygen, trying to catch their stolen breaths. We all got up quickly to greet them with towels and worry ridden faces.

I moved to Scott, careful to keep off my bad leg which was still sore. He stood outside the tub, soaking wet. My eyes moved over him slowly and I couldn't help but forget all the animosity and anger I held toward him; in this moment I was simply happy he was alive.

My arms wrapped around his neck and he pulled me into him, relief flooded my senses as I gripped onto him tightly. "You're okay..." I breathed, "You're all okay."

I let go of Scott and moved to Stiles, repeating the action of wrapping my arms around him tightly. I didn't want to let go of my brother, afraid that if I did, he'd turn back into what I saw in my vision. I could feel my shirt getting wet from hugging my boys but, I didn't care.

"How long were we out?" Scott asked; I pulled away from Stiles and we all faced Scott. "16 hours..." I spoke, my nerves flooding me. "What'd you guys see?"

Scott and Allison began explaining what they saw and where our parents were, they knew where they were and now they were forming a plan. Stiles was talking a mile a minute, along with everyone else, while I just sat back and watched.

It's not like I would be allowed in on the plan or anything, we couldn't risk it. Not with the babies at risk and my injuries. They were going to leave me at home to sit and worry. Maybe I'll call Danny over, I haven't seen him since he was in the hospital. He'll know just how to make me feel better, with my dad missing and all.

I felt two hands on my shoulders and I snapped out of my thoughts. I looked up to meet brown eyes that were identical to my own, Stiles. His face was pinched together in both stress, worry and fear. I forced a smile for him, "hey little brother." My attempt at teasing him worked, because his face relaxed slightly and his lips twitched up.

"You're only older by two minutes, that's not even enough to make it justifiable." Stiles looked down from my eyes and grabbed both my hands in his. "You can't come with us. It's too dangerous..." He began and I rolled my eyes, giving his hands a squeeze.

I nodded, "I know. I'll go home and wait. Just.." I took in a breath and tears threatened to build up in my eyes as I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Just be careful, okay?" I pleaded, "I can't handle the thought of losing you."

Stiles pulled me into a tight hug, I wrapped my arms around him. We hugged as if it were goodbye; both of us knowing that it might be. I wanted to cry, but I didn't, I don't want him to feel guilty for leaving. "I love you, Stiles, forever."

"I love you too, Tori, always." He gave me a kiss on the head before pulling away and sending me a small smile. Next up was Scott, why are they saying goodbye like this and making me feel so emotional? I swear, these boys are too much for me.

I looked up at Scott, sadness and hurt filled the space between us. He ignored me for so long, and left without a goodbye. I can't help but feel hurt by that. "Victoria..." He breathed out, and I swear right then and there I just wanted to melt into him, but I couldn't.

My eyes met his, and I wiped all emotion from my face--or at least I tried to. "Scott." I said shortly, wondering what he wanted; knowing what he wanted. "I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have left the way I did." Scott ran his hand through his chocolate curls before stepping toward me and grabbing my hands; the same way Stiles had, but different-- for obvious reasons.

"Especially when you were hurt the way you were..." He trailed off, squeezing my hands. "Deucalion said that if I went with him, he'd let you and my mom live. I had to-- I thought I was saving you."

The explanation had me frozen in place. He did it because he cut a deal with the devil himself. Scott was trying to save me... Well, his intentions were in the right area, but the actions were fucked up. "Please, say something." He took a step toward me.

A sigh left my lips. If he's going to go off and fight Deucalion, he needs to be on his A game. And in order to be that, he needs to not be worrying about me and our relationship. I put on a small smile and looked at Scott through my eyelashes. "I forgive you."

Of course I didn't fully forgive him, but I feel like I should just move past this. I mean, I'm sure he was doing what he thought was right in the moment, and I don't believe Scott would intentionally put me in harms way... Stiles and my Dad would literally murder him. I guess sometimes it's better to just forgive and move forward.

Scott slowly brought his lips to mine, moving them slowly against my own. The kiss held passion and an undertone of sadness. Neither of us knew how this fight would end, I mean I had a hunch but, the future isn't certain.

When we pulled away, tears were in my eyes. "Be careful." I whispered, not wanting to speak louder and accidentally start crying or something. Scott brushed his thumb over my cheek and he nodded. "I'll come by tonight, after the fight."

I nodded. "Oh kay."

I sat on the couch in my living room, my phone pressed up to my ear while Harry Potter played in the background. "Hey, Vic. What's up?" I smiled at the sound of my best friends voice, "well, Harry is about to blow up his great aunt and I figured you'd wanna join me for this marathon."

"Okay," He laughed, "I'll be right over. Should I bring anything--" I cut him off with an excited smile, "Oooh, get some cookie dough ice cream!" I heard a laugh sound at the other end of the line, "okay, mamma bear."

I rolled my eyes, "see ya soon, Danny." With that, I hung up and turned my attention to the clock in the corner of the room. It's been an hour since they left, and I mean I didn't expect them to be back now but, it'd be nice if they could hurry things along and save me the worrying.

My mind kept wandering to what could happen... and it wasn't a very fun brainstorm to say the least. All I could think of was worst case scenarios, which I'd prefer not to reiterate. Just, trust me when I say they're horrible.

A half an hour later was when Danny showed up, with a pint of ice cream and some vodka for himself. "Figured I'd drink for you." I rolled my eyes and let out a laugh. "How thoughtful."

I dug a spoon into the ice cream while Danny poured himself a drink, mixing the vodka with cranberry juice. "So, what's wrong?" He asked, leaning back on the couch, facing me. My eyes widened and I innocently shook my head, "what do you mean?..."

Danny rolled his eyes this time, raising a brow. "Come on, Vic, I know you. Something is up, and I'm not talking about your baby craving of ice cream." I let out a sigh, trying to find a way to tell him without actually telling him.

"Well, you know how I was in the hospital with my leg?" He nodded so I continued, setting the ice cream down on the coffee table. "Sirius Black?" I put the tv on mute, not wanting Harry, as much as I love him, to interrupt my conversation.

I sighed, "Scott disappeared immediately after my accident. He didn't come visit me in the hospital or anything. And to top it all off, he was ignoring my calls. But then, tonight, he apologizes and said it was for a good reason... So, I don't know what to think about it."

After my little rant ended Danny took a drink from his glass, his eyebrows knitted together in thought. "Well, personally, I think you should make him work for it now. I mean, play hard to get, make him earn you back." I nodded, liking the thought of that.

"You know what, you're right."

Edit: 4/3/2020

I just realized that this entire month is 4/20 and I called my friend and we laughed at that for thirty minutes.... this is what isolation has done to me, laughing at 4/20 jokes. Until next time--XO