Sophia's eyes watched her twin worry, checking to see if her pillows were fluffled, covering her in a mountain of blankets and all the snacks they held in that house. Noah watched from the doorway, the upturn of his lips.
"Mischief!" the boy came to a stop "breath"
His head shook in a repetitive manner "we should take you back to the hospital, are you hurting?"
"Mischief" her voice was soft, inviting the boy to sit "I am okay as i can be. I won't move nor leave this bed, i'll binge watch the new pretty little liars episodes and then sex and the city"
"We have such similar taste" Caroline gushed, her lips shining
Sophia lips passed a laugh "we so have to talk about our favourites"
"Deal"
Rebekah wasn't aware of what they spoke of, Nik took that chance from her, to have friends, live a human life – he always took that.
"You have strange comfort shows"
"Don't judge me"
The two came to a stop, laughs passing their lips "I promise you both –" her eyes shooting to her father "that i will be okay"
The father stepped into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed "we worry"
"And i love you both for it" her hands placed on both of theirs "but i am okay, and the minute i feel for a moment i'm not – i'll call you both" her hands shooed the two away with a smile on her lips "now go! You have an appointment with Miss Morrell and you have work"
A frown was on the lips of the male twin "we love you"
"Always" her lips offered reassuring smiles "now go"
She adored the two men but she hadn't been alone since that night, she adored how everyone took shifts but she was okay. Coach had even stayed with the girl, she listened to him ramble about his players until Danny, Lydia, Allison or a guilty Scott McCall would take his place.
Everytime Scott saw the girl in that hospital bed, guilt consumed him. She took the bullet for him, while the witch was talented she was always human. He could of been the reason her life was taken from her.
Derek stayed a couple hours every night, as long as Noah, Allison or Chris were nowhere in sight. It was – nice, strange but nice.
Her eyes watched the laptop that played the moment the liars found out mona wasn't the only A when the click of her window alerted her, she launched a pillow at the intruder but the boy just held the pillow
