Aftermath

Chapter 1

Brooke's P.O.V

"Happy birthday!" Scott smiles cheerily at me while presenting the cake he and Allison baked last night. He doesn't know it but I watched them throw flour at each other. I returned the grin while excepting the desert.

"Thanks Scott."

"Well, make a wish." He presses on leaning back into his chair beside my hospital bed. When Sheriff Stilinski found Kate Argent and pinned her for the murders, he also found my body where he left it on the couch in the living room.

I thought for a millisecond before attempting to blow our my 16 birthday candles. But, like everything lately, it didn't work. Scott blows them out quickly and cuts the mini cake in four pieces. I sigh reaching for my slice of the white confetti, chocolate iced cake. For a while I only stared at it, wondering if it were even possible to eat anything.

"Stiles is on his way." Scott says peaking at his phone and eating his slice.

"Do you really think that this will work?" I question then stick a fork full of cake into my mouth. . . although it had no taste whatsoever I grin brightly and pretend that it tasted like something that my mother would've made.

"Its simple, and its gotta be worth the try right." Scott replies.

"Have you hears from- "

"No. No, I haven't." He states sharply. Seeing me feel hurt he softens his face. "What happened between you two, B?"

"Nothing. I guess it just worried me that he's all alone." I look down at my body on the bed. "Or you. Omega's don't make it very long on there own Scott, you need each other to survive."

Scott stares at me intently, oh crap I'm screwed. He's gonna ask me why I know so much. Why I didn't tell him that his boss was my cousin. And now that he knows that Deaton is an emissary he's gonna have questions if I knew and if I'm one. The door fumbles open before he can get even form a letter with his mouth.

Stiles throws himself into the hospital room with a normal looking wrapped birthday present. Then Stilinski pushes a HUGE purple and blue wrapped box inside. Stilinski kisses my unconscious body on the forehead while Stiles places the small present on the floor in front of him where he sits at the edge of the hospital bed.

"Happy birthday sweetheart." He whispers before nodding himself out of the room.

"Stiles, you didn't have to get me anything." I grin getting up from my chair and walking over to sit on the tile floor with him. Scott joins us and places the Ouija board down in the center of us. Stiles looks over his shoulders cautiously.

"Is she here?" He asks.

"She's sitting right there." Scott replies pointing at me seated across from him.

"He really can't see me." I state sadly while placing a hand on his shoulder, he doesn't stir. Scott frowns slightly at my reaction.

"Happy sixteenth Brooke." Stiles looks at me but isn't really looking at me. "Ready to open your presents? Me and Scott picked it out together last month."

"Scott, " I whisper. "I can't open them." He nods and looks at Stiles.

"Well, uh, then I guess I'll open them." Stiles speaks before carefully taking off the top of the small present. Instantly I gasp and smile which makes Scott chuckle and Stiles follows suit.

"No. No, you guys didn't actually. . . " Scott stands as I melt under the unconditional love of my brothers. Stiles grins brighter when Scott opens the big present revealing something so important to me that I began to cry. I slowly stood up, my hand still covering my mouth, and I grazed the instrument gracefully.