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Hectic Hospital...Again

"Ma'am, you can not go in unless you're family." The lady says, directing her statement to me.

But Derek butts in and says, "Well, you see. This is here is my little sister so we're related, obviously and that boy over there," he pointed to Isaac, "is my nephew, and that boy," he pointed to where Scott was sitting, "is that other boy's step brother, and that red headed girl is his second cousin once removed, and Stiles Stilinski is the step brother's aunt's second cousin, so technically we are all related."

He takes a big breath and lets out a sigh.

The lady just stares blankly at us and we can tell she did not follow what Derek just said. "You may go in." She says, giving us a room number: 224.

"Let's go!" Derek shouts, gesturing to Isaac and Scott. "Room 224!"

They jump up and follow Derek and me. We sprint down the hall in a line, going as fast as humanly possible.

We crash through the doors and find Stiles, sitting up in bed, reading a magazine.

"Stiles!" I say breathlessly.

He doesn't look up in time, but I don't mind. I tackle him in a massive hug, wrapping my arms around him ever so tightly.

Stiles seems stunned into stillness, but he manages to wrap his long arms around me, giving me comfort and relief.

I pull away, disbelievingly, did I really just give Stiles a hug?

Scott jumps in next, along with Isaac, who hug either side of Stiles, and Isaac makes a sarcastic comment.

But he's grinning, and so is Stiles.

Derek doesn't hug him, he just gives Stiles a curt nod, his body relaxed.

Stiles winks at Derek. "Good to see you're happy I'm okay."

Derek doesn't smirk like a normal person would, but there's a twinkle in his eye that comes across as a smirk on the inside.

"Stiles, we're taking you home right now!" Scott bursts out, running out of the room to find his mom.

Stiles, who had been beaming before, was now frowning with a horrified look on his face. "My dad..." He whispers. "Where's my dad?!"

"Calm down," Lydia says, giving Stiles a kiss on the cheek, which seems to calm him down perfectly.

I give Lydia a death glare that she doesn't see as she says, "He's fine. He's already back at your house. He's in bed, waiting for you to get home."

Stiles nods. "I want to go home," he states.

"We're working on it," Isaac responds, glancing at the door.

Melissa runs in then, flanked by Scott, who looks overly excited. "You're free to go, Stiles," Melissa says, giving Stiles a kiss. "Go home, Stiles."

Stiles grins. "Yes, ma'am!"

He slowly gets out of bed, leaning on Scott and Derek and we practically drag each other out of the hospital.

*****

"No, her notes are in code," Stiles says, staring at Lydia's math notes. I just lie on his bed, taking in the smell of his sheets.

A special cologne that smells very unique, and sweat, which follows Stiles wherever he goes.

"Yea, I don't know how to decode it," Stiles says into the phone. A pause. "No I tried that, Derek." Pause. "That too." Another longer pause. "Okay, I'll go see her."

He hangs up his phone and turns to me. "Sorry, Cora, I have to cut our studying short I need to go to Lydia's to see if she can decode her own notes."

I sigh as he walks out the door. But a second later, he's back. "Hey, um," he says nervously, "do you, do you wanna come with me?"

My face breaks into a smile. "Yea, let's go."

Stiles and I hop into his blue Jeep and make our way to Lydia's house, Stiles driving very much over the speed limit.

We pull into her driveway, and find Lydia in her room, standing over her laptop with Parrish. They both look extremely serious, and whisper in bits and pieces to each other.

We can't hear any of it, but Stiles clears his throat and they both jump. "Oh!" Lydia says, knocking over her water bottle.

Parrish turns to look at us. "Hey, Stiles. Cora." He says, nodding at us.

I smile a little, and Stiles shows Lydia her notebook. "We need you to decode this for us."

Lydia grabs it in disbelief and shoots a look at Parrish. "Parrish, look at this," she says, tossing him her book.

He snatches it in the air and looks at it. "Oh, God. Lyd, is this the..."

She nods, look drastically at Parrish. He shakily gives the notebook back to Stiles, who gives me a scared look.

"What don't we know?" I ask, grabbing the book to see if we missed something.

"Well," Parrish looks to Lydia, who nods him on, "we just decoded that about ten minutes ago. Lydia did her...magic and got the cypher key, but we don't know what it is."

Stiles and I exchange nervous glances. "Well, can we see it?" Stiles asks.

Lydia nods and clicks some keys on her laptop. She turns it to face us and we see a bunch of names, with numbers next to them.

I have no idea what it is, but Stiles's eyes grow wide and he looks as if a mass murderer has killed his entire family.

"We need to call Scott right now." Stiles says in a dangerous tone.

No one moves. "Now!" Stiles shouts and Parrish springs into action.

"Why, what's wrong?" I ask anxiously.

"It's...it's a dead pool..." Stiles whispers to himself.

"A what?" Lydia questions.

Parrish is on the phone with Scott but his eyes still widen and now he's the one who looks terrified. "A hit list. To kill people. When the people on that list are dead, the killers get paid."

I gasp. And Lydia does too.

"It's a dead pool," stiles repeats disbelievingly. "It's a dead pool."

I look closer and my breath hitches in my throat.

"And Scott is on it."