The Kit and the Cub

Tired, but Alive

-Guess who's finally fucking updating. It takes me a lot longer to update this story bc it isn't plotted out as many of my others are.

-AT LEAST I TRY TO MAKE THEM LONG SO THE WAIT IS WORTH IT

-I am well over halfway done with the next chapter I swear

-Look y'all really need to stop giving me access to y'all hearts cuz ima just fuck with it.

Anyway without further ado
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Friday

I rolled over and rubbed my eyes. I felt a bit groggy but honestly the best I've felt in months, maybe even years. Especially seeing as I should be in a lot more pain. I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before getting up and going to the bathroom. I took a long shower, taking care to loosen my muscles with warm water, deep cleaning my body and hair. It felt amazing. I dried off exiting the bathroom with the towel in my hair.

I ran it over my body again then hung it on the back of the door. I grabbed some maroon boxers and black sweatpants to put on. I grabbed my phone leaving the room. I cooked breakfast and ate in silence. I looked through my phone and texted everyone back good morning. I had a short conversation with Paris about tea, weirdly enough. After I cleaned up I went back to my room.

I changed into some jeans, a hulk t-shirt, and a black jacket. I grabbed my bookbag, making sure my laptop was in there, and my keys then went back downstairs. I pulled on my boots and I was out the door again. I jogged through the woods until I got to the clearing. I got that warm fuzzy feeling again and smiled. I sat down next to my mom, and pulled out my books and laptop. I decided that even though my dad is probably drinking himself into a coma and this is the anniversary of my mother's death, I won't be sad today.

I spent hours sitting there working and talking to her about everything.

"I have to go now mom. God I miss you so much. I love you." I let that be the end of it as I packed up and left.

I surveyed the area deeming it safe, protected, and unharmed, so I felt okay to leave. For the first time in a long time I felt happy and it wasn't forced.

What I did not expect is to get back to my place to find the twins. Let alone Ethan hyperventilating and Aiden freaking out because he doesn't know what to do. I gave myself a split second to take in the situation before jumping into action. I dropped my bag and ran Ethan, sliding and dropping in front of him.

I grabbed his face making him look at me. "Shh shh don't try to talk just look at me and listen. I need you to slow your breathing down for me or you're going to pass out, and believe me it's not fun." I slid my left hand down his neck and over his arm, not breaking eye contact. I grabbed his hand and pressed it to my chest.

"Match my breathing. In and out just like that. In- "

"Stiles! It's not working!" Aiden was worried.

"No no no focus on me. Focus on my heartbeat and the way I'm taking deep breaths." He closed his eyes, doing as I asked.

"Good. Aiden listen to me, I know you're scared he's your brother I get it, but you panicking is not what he needs right now. It'll just make it worse ok, so I need you to calm down." He didn't respond but he seemed to be calming now so I left him be. Ethan's hand clenched the shirt where his hand was on my chest. I turned back to him. His eyes were still closed but he was definitely crying now.

"Shh hey you're okay." He cried harder at that and put his face in my neck. I could feel his tears soaking into my shirt.

"I thought *hicc* something *hicc*... happened to *sniff* you." I was rubbing circles into his back.