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Chapter eighteen

I try to make sense of everything that's happening but my head is spinning in circles, my vision is so blurry, and I can't hear anything anyone is saying. I finally can make out what someone says and they said, "We need to get her prepped for surgery now!"

I feel myself being pushed into a room, then all of the sudden a mask over my face. I feel my eyes get heavier and heavier and suddenly i've fallen asleep.

"Melissa she's a medical miracle, I seriously have no clue what happened." I hear a faint male voice tell my mom, as I slowly open my eyes.

"She's waking up, i'll let you spend some time with her. Then I want to know if I have your permission to run some tests." The male says, right before walking out.

"Honey I missed you so much! But why were you driving so recklessly?" She asks as soon as it's clear i'm conscious.

"I was driving mad. I'm sorry mom." I say, trying not to make eye contact, due to the shame.

"I'm just glad your ok." She says kissing my forehead.

"Thanks mom." I whisper with a small smile.

"Stiles, Scott, Lydia, Allison, and your father are all in the waiting room. They've been waiting there for awhile." She says, wincing when she says "your father".

"Why did he come?" I ask, feeling anger rise in me.

"I'm sorry hunny, but just talk to him please. Do it for me."

"I'll talk to him for two minutes. Can you please go get my friends? And call Isaac?"

"Yeah i'll get on it." She says walking out.

A few minutes later they all pile into the room. "Hey how are you doing?" Allison asks observing my face.

"Chipper." I say with a small smile.

"Alright." Allison replies, almost running out of the room once she replies.

"I am so glad you decided to destroy the car I bought you." Lydia says sarcastically, with a laugh.

"Yeah, sorry about that." I say while wincing.

"No biggie, but probably won't get you another one, at least until your next birthday." She says, leaving the room with a smile.

"Y/n, i'm so sorry. I wish I would've been there for you. It's my fault this happened. I love you so much. I don't know why I said we need to take a break. When I got the phone call that you were hurt it's like my life flashed before my eyes. I thought you might die. I couldn't let that happen because you were mad at me. I'm so glad you're ok, I love you." Stiles says quickly, while combing his hand through his hair.

"Stiles it wasn't your fault, it was only mine, and hey, I love you too Stiles." I say throwing my hands out and embracing him in a hug.

"I'm sorry you got into a crash Y/n." Scott whispers when Stiles goes to the hallway.

"No i'm sorry Scott. You were totally right. I had mom call Isaac because I need to talk to him. I was being a total child last night and earlier today. Scott you're right we're the good guys we can't be selfish. This just showed a prime example of why not." I say with tears forming in my eyes.

"Last night? No Y/n you seem confused. It's been two weeks." He says tilting his head slightly.

"What? I was in a coma?" I ask confused.

"No, you were dead." Scott replies softly.

"What? What do you mean dead?" I stutter.

"I mean your surgery had some complications, your pulse stopped, and they pronounced you dead. Until the mortician was about to ship you off they felt your heartbeat. You came back to life." He says putting his memories into words.

"No, no that can't be true Scott! What's happened since i've been gone?" I ask, since it's been two weeks.

"A lot of worry for sure. Allison's parents and aunt found out I was a werewolf. We won our first lacrosse game. Also, Isaac's dad, he uh, he, he died. Then Isaac got taken to jail, as a suspect, on a full moon. So we had to break him out, and now the Sheriff knows everything." He springs on me.

"Is Isaac ok?" I ask concerned.

"I don't know. He's been MIA since then." He replies faintly.

"Is he still mad at me?" I ask, probably already knowing the answer.

"Most likely, didn't really have the chance to ask, you know." He answers shrugging his shoulders.

"Do you think he'll come visit me?" I ask, desperate to apologize.

"Y/n, I don't know. Isaac kind of changed. You and his dad really hurt him." He says, not really trying to sugarcoat it.

"But his dad was abusive though."

"He still raised him and Isaac still loved him."

Before we had the chance to talk about anything else, my mom runs into the room and yells, "Scott come here! Now!"

"Sorry, I have to go." Scott whispers, then runs out of the room.

I start to wonder, "what is going on?" When I hear a voice that snaps me out of my thoughts. "Isaac?" I whisper.