𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒛 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒔 & 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔 | 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒉 𝑴.

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𝐌ʏsᴛɪᴄ 𝐅ᴀʟʟs 𝐇ᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟ.

𝐒ᴇᴇɪɴɢ 𝐂ᴀʀᴏʟɪɴᴇ 𝐖ᴀs 𝐓ʜᴇ 𝐎ɴʟʏ 𝐓ʜɪɴɢ 𝐓ʜᴀᴛ 𝐀ɪᴅᴇᴅ 𝐇ᴇʀ 𝐓ᴏ 𝐅ᴏʀɢᴇᴛ 𝐀ʙᴏᴜᴛ 𝐓ʜᴇ 𝐔ɴᴋɴᴏwɴ 𝐂ᴀʟʟᴇʀ's 𝐈ᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ.

 Though she did think of someone, it seemed rather impossible to her...

It couldn't be him...

With a bouquet of yellow roses and a single pink one in the middle, Alexandra walked the almost empty corridors of the hospital, letting her eyes search for Caroline's room.

Spotting the room was one thing— but what shocked her most was the person beside Caroline, who lay on the bed smiling widely.

The brunette's knuckles gave a soft knock on the door, earning the attention of the two inside.

“Am I interrupting?” Smirked the Bloodwood heir, noticing Stefan straightening his posture once his green eyes met hers.

“Alexa!” Exclaimed the Forbes girl in utter excitement. “I can't believe you came!”

The Shadowhunter rolled her eyes playfully, stepping further into the room.

“Why do I keep hearing this? Tyler told me the same thing just a couple of hours ago!” She sat on the other side of the bed and took the blonde's hand in her grasp. “You're my friend, Caroline. Of course, I would come to see you. You got severely injured last night— I was extremely worried.”  

“But I'm fine now, Alexa,” muttered Caroline truthfully. “Just a little sore, but okay, I promise. The doctors said that by tomorrow I’ll be up and running. I’ll be just in time for the surprise!”

It was when her blue-green eyes met Stefan’s forest-green ones that she perceived the error of her impatient mouth.

“What surprise?” queried Alexandra, brow-knitted.

“Um...” Caroline trailed off, pondering an appropriate excuse. Glancing at the dirty-blond man for assistance and rapidly returning her gaze to the brunette, she noticed the dried tears on her cheeks. Her face relaxed, finding the perfect opportunity to change the subject. “Wait, were you crying?”

A new wave of tears made its appearance within the Nephilim’s confines, making her forget about the mentioned surprise. “Do not expect me to say there is something in my eye! Yes, I was crying— and I’m crying now as well! I’m the Mother Bitch of the group, and I have the right to cry for my children whenever I please!”

The mundane embraced her and laughed as Stefan spoke for the first time, brows furrowed. “Mother Bitch? Really?”

“What?” Asked the teenager, almost offended. “Don’t tell me you thought of her as an angel or something!?”

Alexandra met the vampire’s eyes instantly.

“Her? An angel?” Laughed the Salvatore descendant. “Yeah, I don’t think so.” He faked sarcasm.

The irony, right?

“Yeah, don’t get fooled by her innocent face,” continued the blonde. “This lady here is the Queen of bitches— in all ways. Just don’t get on her Cretan phase.”

“That, I shall agree on,” Alexandra affirmed, nodding in accord with her friend’s statement. “The Cretan in me always represents my bitchy side... let alone my murderous one.” She winked at Caroline, who giggled in response. “Oh! I almost forgot!” She picked up the bouquet she had brought and handed it to her friend, whose smile meant everything to her.