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19. A Little Bit of Truth

"Is she okay?"

"I sewed her up, gave her something for the pain. She should be fine."

"Should? Is she gonna be okay or isn't she?!"

"Stiles, calm down. She's gonna be fine."

"Scott's right. She's gonna be fine, no point in worrying."

"My girlfriend could be dying and you're telling me not to worry? How about you go do something useful for once. I don't even know why you're here. It's not like you actually care about anyone but yourself"

"I saved her and Scott's life. How about a little gratitude."

"How about I shoved my foot up your a-.."

I felt my throat sore, voice stuck in it as I slowly opened my eyes. I looked all around me, noting that I was in the Animal Clinic, surrounded by Deaton's equipment. I groaned in pain, trying to slowly move my limbs but I felt sore. I looked down, seeing my outfit completely ruined. It was torn, dirty and had a bit of dry blood.

Yeah, there's no way I'd be able to convince my dad to look the other way when I get home from this.

I groaned slightly, slowly moving my limbs when I heard all of them coming towards me. "Woah, babe. Hold on, you need rest." Stiles came to my side, gently grabbing my arm as he tried keeping me down.

"N-no..Wh-what happened?" I groaned, grinding my teeth together when I felt stiffness on my right side. I looked down, rolling up my shirt to see my wound bandaged up. I let out a sharp sigh, pulling my shirt back down before letting myself rest. 

Stiles held my hand tight in his own, pushing my hair out of my face. "Derek saved you and Scott..Allison's mom would have killed you both." 

I turned my head to the side, looking over at Derek. "Th-thank you.." I sighed, feeling like my head was spinning right now. 

"Do you remember anything?" Scott asked, his tone soft as if he was afraid I'd break. Like I was made of glass and I'd shatter if he said the wrong thing. 

I groaned and nodded my head, slowly sitting up with Stiles help. I still held his hand in mine, sighing while taking deep breaths. Why did my chest hurt? I don't remember getting punch particularly hard in the chest. "I-..when I tried getting Scott out of there, Ms. Argent tried killing us both. Said that-..that I was important and she wanted to add what I was to her list.." I sighed, feeling tears in my eyes. God, this was all so fucked up. 

"What did she say you were?" They all questioned me. 

I took a deep breath before looking at all of them. "A Valkyrie." 

They all looked confused before Stiles asked what I meant. "Babe, what do you mean? What's that?" 

"I-I don't really know if I'm being honest...Oh god, please tell me some good came from all of this?" I asked, feeling sore. 

Then before any of them could say anything, that's when Deaton came into the room with a bottle of water and a white bottle. "I might be able to shed some light on that...as well as bring you something for the pain. It should subside within a few hours but this should help make you more comfortable." Deaton said. 

I smiled, thanking him before taking the pills and chugging the water. "What do you mean? Do you know what I am? Can you tell me?" I asked, a billion questions in my mind. 

Deaton nodded his head, everyone relaxing before he started spreading some of his yoda like knowledge to us skywalkers. "The Valkyries are said to be some of the most powerful within the supernatural community. Their name comes straight from the Old Norse Valkyrja meaning chooser of the slain. In legend they're one of a host of female warriors who choose those who may die in battle and those who may live. Because of such, they are regarded within the supernatural community as one of the most powerful and feared creatures."