So Cold ▹ Scott McCall [1]

LOVE

Alexia woke up, without the courage to open her eyes, she was more scared now than she was in pain. Truth was she couldn't lay there forever, expecting things to just go away.

So she opened her eyes, facing a unknown ceiling, it didn't look like an hospital. She sat up, moaning in pain, a man was now facing her with a warm smile.

"She's up!"

Chris, Allison and Stiles ran through the door. They looked relieved, while looking at Alexia, sat up on that weird table; they couldn't hide their smiles.

"Hunny..." Chris approached her, carefully, "How are you feeling?"

She looked down, "It hurts a little everywhere..."

"Her wound healed up on the outside, inside... they're still recovering." Deaton explained, and then he looked at her, "I'm Dr. Deaton."

"Scott's boss?" Alexia spoke up, confused at the whole scenario, "What... What am I even doing here?"

"It was my fault." Allison shook her head, "He went after you because of me."

"No, Alli." She swallowed, pushing the memories out of her mind, "He went after me because I was there. It had nothing to do with you."

That was something Allison had yet to forgive herself for.

Alexia heard the door open, and they all looked there, but the only one wondering who it was, that was Lexi. The answer to her question being answered when Scott walked in.

That was when her mind clicked, facing him again, the memories came rushing right back to her. Her body acted out of instinct, and so she stood up and backed away to the wall, under everyone's eyes; inside, she knew she didn't want to run from Scott, deep inside she knew he would never hurt her, but the memories from the previous night were messy.

"What's wrong with her?" Scott looked around for answers.

"My guess?" Deaton spoke up, "A temporary trauma."

"You gotta go to school, kids, and you're already late." Chris told them, "I'll take Alexia and your Mom home, Allison."

"But Dad..."

The look on her father's eyes told her to ask no questions, to second guess no orders. So she didn't. It was Scott who did.

"But I need to talk to Alexia, Mr. Argent."

"No, Scott, you don't." Deaton replied instead, "Not now."

"Bye, Lexi. Get well soon." Stiles looked at her, sad, while walking away.

Alexia saw them all leaving, and just after that did her father approached her. He smiled warmly at her, like fathers are suppose to; and in that moment, Alexia felt quite safe.

"It's ok." He pulled her in for a hug, "You're ok."

"She can't understand what she saw." Deaton spoke up.

Chris pulled away from his daughter to face the doctor, "So as soon as we explain it, she will be fine."

"Yes."

"Dad," Alexia's voice was broken, and Chris turned around surprised at the word leaving her mouth, "please take me home."

"Ok," He nodded, "but we have to pass by the hospital to grab your Mom."

She agreed, no questions asked.

Chris thanked Deaton, even tho there wasn't really a right way to thank the doctor for what he had done for his daughter. Then, the car ride to the hospital was just filled with silent, neither knew what to say, not really.