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               I assume I'm one of the first awake when I emerge from my room in the morning and I'm only greeted with silence.

Not that I'm complaining.

I had gotten up relatively early this morning, though I'm not sure why. Even after wasting away time with showering and digging around in my bag for clean clothes. The only clean clothes I had were my high wasted shorts and one of Stella's crop tops that I had stolen from her to wear to sleep. It was a bit small on me, but bearable and plus I wouldn't have to deal with Isaac's lingering eyes as long as he didn't find midriff sexy. 

It was barely midriff really. Just a slither of skin would show if I raised my arms up or anything which I planned on not doing. I paired the outfit with my usual combat boots and braided my hair and I was out the door, though I regretted it the moment I stepped out and realized I didn't know where anything was and that most of the occupants in the house weren't willing to help. 

So I kinda just walked around and attempted knocking on Stella's door but all I got was a 'leave me the hell alone' and so, at her request, I left her alone and instead wandered farther down the hall until I came to an open door.

I peeped inside only to be met with Jeremy's sleeping face. Or unconscious face. Coma face? Whatever you want to refer to his deep slumber, I guess.

I stayed in the doorway, though. Wondering if Dr. Ackhart was going to pop up but to my relief he didn't and so I took the initiative to walk in and slither to Jeremy's side.

Someone - I'm assuming Dr. Ackart - had changed him into a plain hospital gown and hooked him up to various machines, including a heart monitor and an IV. 

I looked around to make sure no one would pop out on me and found my eyes glued to the medicine cabinet and a mini fridge propped up on another filing cabinet. My curiosity got the best of me so I wandered over, examining the medicine cabinet for a while before finding nothing interesting. 

On his desk were scattered documents, one including Jeremy's chart and a notebook with observations that were about the blue liquid. I skimmed over it but found nothing than theories. Question marks were splayed across the page a long with the word Drug at the top.

I scuffed but pondered it. What if it was a drug? What if Jeremy had accidentally OD without even knowing it? But it didn't make sense if it was a drug. I knew the Purgatory were messed up but that bullet, the minute it hit Charlotte, she was knocked out minutes later and I'm pretty sure a drug does that but then again, what did I know? 

Another word caught my attention. Tranquilizer. 

I went to grab the notebook and in the process, managed to hit the mouse with it, causing the desktop to come to life.

I pretty much freaked out.

I threw the notebook back on the desk and was about to bolt out of there when the glowing monitor caught my attention.

An article was on the screen and at the top of it, a picture. The same picture I saw on the newspaper that the woman at the diner gave me.

It was the man - hunter - once again with the large wolf dangling beside him, dead, with flecks of blood on it's chest. The man bore a smile while in his other arm was his shotgun.

I felt sick.

That wolf was no average wolf. It was bigger then the hunter himself and I wondered he even managed to follow it and kill it. He would have had to put a lot of bullets in that wolf just to take it down, especially if it was one of us. 

But the blood that it did have on it was around the chest and so it could have been a fatal shot to the heart. 

I grasped the mouse and scrolled down the page, discovering more pictures of more dead wolves with smiling huntsman. 

I cover a hand over my mouth to suppress the cry that crawls up my throat as I skim the article.

                                                                 Hunting season is in!

               Every morning in the winter, hunters set out on there snowmobiles to track the lurking Wolves for the annual Idaho Wolf Hunting Trophy. Winter is the most anticipated season for Idaho. Hunters are always excited for the first snow fall. They bundle themselves up with coats and scarves and a shotgun strapped to their back as they sower the ground for prints left by the large wolves. This competition can last from December to March and at the end of the hunting prime, who ever has killed the largest wolf, is awarded. It's any hunter's game, really...

"Ms. Mars?" 

I leap away from the monitor with a gasp and twist around, hand over my beating heart. 

Dr. Ackhart stands in the entrance of the room a long with Calla, who stares at me with wide blue eyes and a hand grasping both her wiggling child and her swollen stomach.

I blink. "I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"It's fine, Ms. Mars." Dr. Ackhart cuts me off stiffly. "I can understand you were.. curious."

My cheeks flame with embarrassment. Idiot, idiot, idiot.

I could have been way more sly than that. I could have just went to my room and went digging through the pockets of my jeans for the article and not worry about getting caught or in trouble but of course, I didn't and instead got caught snooping through his personal belongings.

I look at Jeremy's sleeping face. "I just came in here to see him and well.. one thing lead to another and you know what? I think I should just get going anyway. Sorry. Have a nice day."

I quickly make my way to the exit, ready to sprint down that damn hallway and hide in my room but Calla doesn't let me. She steps in the way, stopping me from exiting and that's when I know I've done it.

Dr. Ackhart remains in front of the entrance too and I can't help but think that I'm about to get beat up by a pregnant woman, her child, and a doctor.

"Don't go so soon," Calla says with a creepy and wide smile slipping onto her full lips. "I'm actually having my ultrasound this morning and it would be nice if you could look after Amelia for me."

She gestures to the fussing baby in her arms and my eyes widen. "Amelia?" Is what I manage to spit out but I wish I would have spat out something more clever like no or I'm busy, sorry, no, bye! 

Either would have worked for me. 

"Yeah," She says slowly and the smile slowly begins to fade. "Are you feeling okay, honey? Or are you always lost for words?"

I know she doesn't mean it as an insult - at least, the actual concerned look on her face doesn't make it seem like an insult - but it still kinda feels like one. It's true, though. The few times she attempted to chat with me I had merely stared at her.

She most likely thinks I'm brain dead. 

"I haven't been feeling like myself for a while, I'm sorry." I say. And I mean, it works since the smile returns.

"It's okay. But it would really mean to world to me if you looked after her. Lance is with Jordan and I wanted to allow them both to sleep. Amelia wakes up the earliest and likes to start a ruckus right away." She laughs and Dr. Ackhart chuckles and I manage an awkward smile though I don't understand what's so funny. "So, can you?" 

Back to hopeless staring. "Um," I start and I don't know how to end the sentence. Think of an excuse! What the hell would I say? Stella's calling me? I'm hungry? I need to pee? 

"If you do me this tiny favor, I'm sure Dr. Ackhart and I could forget about what we saw when we walked in. Right?" She smiles at him and does a weird fluttery eye lash thing that makes Dr. Ackhart's cheeks flush. And I thought this couldn't get more awkward.

"Most definitely." He responds and then moves away from the entrance and I think about making a break for it but Calla quickly thrusts the fussing child into my arms and I'm kinda just left standing there with her in my arms.

I hold her at an arms length, her kicking and spewing snot bubbles from her nose as her face begins to turn red and I know she's getting to wail.

Oh god. No. Don't cry. Don't cry.

"Haven't you ever held a baby, Ronnie?" Calla asks from across the room. She stands by Dr. Ackhart who has rolled a bulky machine out of the closet and is in the processes of hooking it up. 

Calla waddles over to me and grabs her baby before placing her back with me and guiding me on how to hold her. She pulls away with another wide grin, showing off her pearly white teeth. She darts around me and shuts the door. 

"You can hop on the bed when you're ready, Calla." Dr. Ackhart says, though the red flush returns to his face and I'm slightly creeped out. Calla nods and waddles back over. With a helping hand from Dr. Ackhart, she boosts herself up on the bed and leans back against the stacked pillows, not hesitating to raise her shirt till it's under her bust.

Dr. Ackhart slips on some latex gloves and squirts blue gel onto his head and smooths it over Calla's bulging stomach. "Do you mind turning off the light, Ms. Mars?" Dr. Ackhart asks and I turn, making sure my grip on the baby is tight before reaching out and flicking the light off.

I inch closer to where Calla lays and Dr. Ackhart pulls up another chair as he stands. He draws the curtain and the only light in the room is the glowing blue monitor.

I take my seat and adjust Amelia on my lap. She seems amazed by the glowing blue light as well and as she stares, she absentmindedly begins fiddling with my braid and I rather her play with my hair than be screaming in my ear so I'm grateful.

Dr. Ackhart resumes his place and brings the wand to her bulging stomach, moving it around for a while before a soft and consistent thump thump thump fills the room and an image of a small fetus appears on the screen. 

The baby wiggles around and I look to Calla to see her hand placed on the side of her bump. She looks to me, or rather, Amelia, and says, "There's your baby brother or sister, Amelia!"

Amelia merely blinks at her mother and then smiles when Calla makes a funny face. 

"Do you still not wish to know the sex of the baby, Calla?" Dr. Ackhart questions. Calla nods.

"When have we ever wanted to know the sex of the baby?" She retorts with a small laugh and she glances at me once again. "Lance and I love to wait till the baby is actually born to know the sex. We love surprises."

I think of Jordan and Amelia and question mentally, haven't you had enough surprises? 

"Even though we've gone through this twice, it always feels the first time when I see him or her." She gestures to the screen with a watery smile and I shift uncomfortably. I readjust Amelia once again and she leans into the crook of my neck, seeming to be no longer interested by the monitored. 

Out of pure curiosity, I ask, "When did you have your first baby?" 

"I was fifteen when I got pregnant with Jordan." She replies calmly and I resist the urge to gasp. Fifteen? Don't get me wrong, I didn't hate on anyone who had a baby in their teen years but that simply amazed me. Or shocked me. Yeah, shock is a better word.

I couldn't imagine being fifteen and pregnant with a child and then giving birth to another child the following year and then ending up pregnant again. 

Had they not heard of condoms? Birth control? Abstinence?

"I know that's a fairly young age but Lance and I saw no point in waiting. We knew we were mates the moment we saw each other and we both have envisioned a big family from the start. My friends at school were shocked, though. They were mostly human so they didn't understand and some of the other pack mates didn't understand either. They thought it was stupid to have a baby so young and especially to drop out as well. But Lance was twenty when we met and yearning for a child so I gave him one."

I blink.

"It was the best decision of my life." And she smiles fondly at Amelia who appears to have fallen asleep in my arms. "You're a natural."

If it weren't for the sleeping baby, I would have gone flying out of that damn chair, this damn floor, this damn house and just gone somewhere else.

Okay. Maybe I was being dramatic.

I mean, there wasn't so much to holding a kid and letting them sleep on you. Just accept the stupid compliment and move on. 

"Thanks." I force out with a small smile and Calla, of course, returns it with an even bigger smile.

"Everything looks to be going good, Calla. Another healthy pregnancy. Count your lucky stars." Dr. Ackhart voices and I swear, I've never been so glad to hear another persons voice. "Would you like photos, as usual?"

"Of course. You know I love hanging them on the fridge." She giggles and Dr. Ackhart smiles, handing her a towel in the process and as he exits the room and yanks the curtain back. Calla wipes the goo from her stomach and pulls her shirt down. 

The lights flicker on and Dr. Ackhart re-emerges. He helps Calla off the bed and Calla envelops him in a gentle hug. "Thank you, Dr. Ackhart."

He smiles awkwardly and slides his glasses up from the bridge of his nose. "You're welcome, Calla. Take it easy, okay? Plenty of bed rest. There's no doubt in my mind that this baby will be coming soon."

Calla nods and releases him. She gestures me to follow her as she waddles to the door and I stand, wrapping my arm around Amelia to steady hair and sending a small and tight smile at Dr. Ackhart. He gives a brief wave of goodbye and I follow Calla at the door, sending the unconscious Jeremy a fleeting glance.

Calla leads me down the hall, passing various similar doors and stopping in front of one. "This is my stop," Calla says. "Thank you for looking after Amelia, Ronnie."

"No problem." 

Calla reaches and swoops Amelia into her arms. I wave and get ready to turn when Calla's gasp catches my attention. "Oh!" She cries and I face her once more. She fiddles into the pocket of her casual dress and pulls out what looks to be pictures from the ultrasound. "Hang these on the fridge for me, won't you?"

"Uh," She dangles them close to my face and when I realize when she won't give up, I take them. "Sure."

"Thanks Ronnie!" She embraces me abruptly, her stomach and child making the hug even more awkward. Though the hug gets even weirder when I feel another pair of arms wrap around me. 

I pull back slightly, only to be met with Amelia's giggling face and snot covered face. She plays with my hair for a second or two and then pulls away, her mother doing that creepy smile once again. "I guess Amelia wanted to say thank you to, didn't you, Amelia?" Calla tickles her stomach which causes Amelia to laugh harder.

"It's no problem. I'll, uh, see you guys later." I say. "Bye Calla. Bye Amelia."

Calla waves and so does Amelia. I send her a smile and then turn, clutching the pictures tightly in my hand. Seconds later, I hear the door open and close and I know I'm safe.

I sigh and lean against the wall, staring in the direction of where Calla just left. 

Kids make me nervous, is what I determine from that whole experience. 

After a few minutes of steady breathing, I push myself up from the wall and inch my way to the staircase, peering over the banister to check if anybody is downstairs. But there's no one in sight and I hear no clatter of pots and pan so luckily I'm safe from awkward interactions.

I make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen, counter tops and silver appliances gleaming and I wonder how they can keep a house so clean with so many people living in it.

I walk to the stainless steel fridge and examine both the magnets and papers on it. Well, more like the art work on it. Most of it is from Calvin and Jordan. While the only piece Amelia has up is her hand prints, which are in bright pink paint. Calvin and Jordan have their hand prints on the fridge too, Calvin's in green while Jordan's was in blue.

They're many drawings of their family. Stick figures of Calvin and his mother and father while Jordan did the same and drew his father and mother along with his sister, though they didn't quite look like stick figures but rather just blobs. He even tried to draw his mother's stomach while in much nicer hand writing was the words new baby written and I figured Calla had done that for him. Everything else on the paper was pretty much scribbles. 

There was also a drawing of all the pack members, as well. Which had both Calvin and Jordan's  name scribbled on the bottom with a sloppy smile face next to it. 

 I stare at the colorful magnets spelling their names before I grasp a free letter, which happens to be A in the color purple. 

I raise the pictures and place them next to the others. 

I let my finger linger on the letter as I pull back and admire the pictures on the fridge as well. One with Calla holding Amelia while Jordan was on Lance's shouldler's, playing with his father's head with a smile.

Another picture is of Calvin, his mother, and Mr. Farley. Though they're photo is a little more traditional. Mr. Farley stands in the back with his hand on his wife's shoulder while Calvin is in his mother's lap, smiling goofily at the camera. Calvin's mom, Mrs. Farley, I suppose, is actually really pretty. She shares Calvin's same hair color along with hazel eyes and a nice smile. 

It's cute. Cute. 

I am losing my mind.

"Should I be worried?"

I spin around, coming face to face with both Stella and Liam. "Holy shit!" I shout before I can stop myself. Out of instinct, I place a hand over my beating heart. "You scared me." I breathe. Stella raises a brow at me and eyes the pictures I had just hung up.

"You're scaring me. Why are you hanging up baby pictures? Is there something you two haven't told me?" Stella gestures to both Liam and I. I frown while Liam roll's his eyes.

"That is a fully developed baby, Stella." Liam states flatly and his gaze lands on my flat stomach. I cross my arms awkwardly.

"I don't know. Maybe it could be like that "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant" show. You could be having a baby in a bathroom a week from now, who knows?" Stella says with a small shrug. "Now move. I'm hungry." Stella shoves me out of the way and opens the fridge. 

I let out a huff and Liam catches my eyes. "Why do you have those?"

I sigh, "Dr. Ackhart and Calla caught me snooping around his desk. I just got curious and I wanted to know what Dr. Ackhart knew about those bullets and about Jeremy. They said they wouldn't mention that I was snooping around if I looked after Amelia, Calla's daughter."

"You looked after Amelia?" Stella voices as she rummages through the fridge's content. "That kid never shuts up. All last night she was crying. Your eardrums must have been bleeding by the time you got down watching her."

"She was fairly calm. For the most part, at least." I reply. Stella sticks her head out from the fridge.

"She was calm? What are you, the child whisperer or some shit?"

"Shut up Stella."

Stella shrugs and continues to go threw the fridge. I don't bother to mention the fact she shouldn't be going through their food but Stella wouldn't listen anyway.

"What did you find?" Liam asks, catching my attention. Obviously trying to get off the awkward topic of children. 

I gnaw on my lip. "An article. About the whole hunting season of the wolves. Are that many wolves really being murdered, Liam?"

Liam's face twist in an unreadable expression before he nods, slowly. "Mostly surrounding packs. They think the wolves are too overpopulated. Some of the people in Idaho are trying to work against it."

"They're making it a game. A sick game. With a trophy and all." I say, recalling the man smiling with the shotgun and the dead wolf. "Do they.. do they know that there's an actual person beneath the fur?"

Liam opens his mouth to answer when Stella suddenly complains, "Do these people have actual food other than this stupid healthy shit? Seriously, I've found five packets of carrots in a row."

"Stella, we're trying to have a conversation." Liam says. 

"So? What am I doing?" Stella pulls her head out of fridge, twisting around to face us. "I found grapes. Grapes are okay. You know there's actually some grapes that taste like cotton candy? For real, I'm not even pulling your leg. I saw them at a store once."

"Stella-" Liam starts off irritably when another voice, besides Stella or my own, decides to interrupt. 

"Why are you going threw our fridge?" I don't even have to look to know it's Avalon. Fucking Avalon. 

Avalon approaches Stella with a sneer and attempts to snatch the grapes from Stella's grasp but Stella moves them out of her reach. "Why are you not in hell already?"

"I guess I'm just waiting for you to get there first." Avalon retorts and Stella narrows her eyes. 

"Well then you're going to be waiting for a while. And I'm a guest here. I can help myself to what I please."

"You should just leave along with your little friends. That is, if Caverly ever wakes up." Avalon hisses and Stella's eyes grow dark, baring long talons at Avalon.

Bitch say whaaaat?

"What did you just say?" Stella uttered out slowly. Stella, I'm pretty sure you just heard what she said. 

"Did I stutter or am I just talking to fast for you, Prescott?" 

Oh, Avalon. 

Stella let's out a shrill scream and backhands Avalon across the face, leaping on the teenage girl as she continues to scream, "I'll tear your vocal cords so you won't even have the ability to talk, you little bitch!"

Liam grasps my arm and pulls me back, but makes no other move to do anything. He merely leans against the counter and watches Stella and Avalon wrestle on the floor, Stella landing in some major punches.

Avalon does the girly thing and tries to pull on Stella, but Stella sinks her talon into Avalon's wrist when she holds onto Stella's hair for too long. Avalon let's out an ear piercing scream and Stella yanks her up, just in time to grasp onto the back of Avalon's head and smash her head against the marble counter top. Everyone floods into the kitchen then, Mr. Farley screaming at them to stop and Isaac sprinting to his sister's aid. 

He grasps his now limp sister and drags her away from Stella's advancing steps. 

"Liam!" Mr. Farley screams. "Get a hold of your pack mate!"

Liam rolls his eyes while I take a step forward, gripping Stella's arm as she attempts to flail out of my grip and fling herself back at a crying Avalon who's forehead and nose is dripping with blood. 

"Get her out of here." Mr. Farley demands. "Take her up to your room and I'll send Dr. Ackhart. Now, you three," He angrily points a finger at us. "Meet me up in the medical room. And I mean now."

Liam doesn't seem pleased at his tone of his voice but I shoot him a look. He narrows his eyes and grits his teeth. He doesn't say a word until they make their way out of the kitchen to tend to Avalon. Calvin's mother, who's name I still don't know, sends a distressed expression in my direction before scampering off. 

I turn towards Stella, "Are you okay?" 

"Yeah." She answers gruffly. "Though the little bitch caught my neck." She pushes back her hair, revealing a long and deep cut across her neck that is oozing. 

"Holy shit," I gasp. "We have to get you to the medical wing, where I'm pretty sure Mr. Farley is going to murder us. Still worth it?"

Stella smirks and wipes at the running blood. "Totally."

                        We waited for a while. Mostly in silence.

I sat on the bed next to Jeremy will Stella, who was holding a wash cloth to her bleeding neck. Liam was leaning against the door way, scooping out the hall for Dr. Ackhart and his father.

I occupy myself by watching the Jeremy's heart monitor and occasionally making eye contact with a nonchalant Liam who seems to not have a care in the world. I roll my eyes at him and he catches me, smirking in my direction.

I stand from the bed when I can no longer take the silent stare down and make my way over to him. Stella doesn't seem to mind I've left and instead lays back on the bed, closing her eyes with a small huff.

"Maybe we shouldn't have let them fight." I mumble. Liam shrugs.

"You heard what she said, Ron. She deserved it."

"I know she did but now we could be in serious trouble with your dad. You think he'll kick us out?" I question. Liam doesn't look at me and I place my hand gently on his arm to catch his attention. He looks down at me, green eyes no longer emotionless. He shakes his head slowly and sends me a tight smile.

"No. He owes me too much." 

I want to question him on what he means but I know he doesn't want me to when he leans down and presses a lingering kiss to my temple, wrapping an arm around my waist and rubbing the slither of skin that is visible. 

I know there's more behind that simple statement and that's why I forget about the whole argument of we-need-to-tell-each-other-the-truth bullshit. Am I still irked? Of course I am. But I'm not so blind that I can't realize that Liam at least needs some form of comfort, even if he wasn't willing to admit it.

I keep my hand on his arm and lean against his body, nestling my head in his neck. 

I don't even care if we're fighting. I was not about to give him the cold shoulder at this moment. I don't think I'd ever really be able to give him the cold shoulder, at least not for long.

Though, of course, it doesn't take long for our little moment to be ruined by the sound of footsteps and hushed, angry whispers from down the hall. I pull away slightly, only to catch sight of Mr. Farley and Dr. Ackhart approaching from the end of the hall. 

I meet Liam's eyes who pulls me closer, molding me into his side and keeping his arm firmly wrapped around my waist, though he moves away from the door and I'm glad he does when Mr. Farley storms in with Dr. Ackhart hots on his heels.

Dr. Ackhart scatters to the medical cabinet, pulling out peroxide and bandages. Mr. Farley shuts the door, a little too roughly if you ask me. 

"What the hell was that?!" Mr. Farley snaps. Dr. Ackhart flinches as he pulls Stella up. She grunts and shakes his arm off before bearing her injured neck to him. 

Stella calmly meets his gaze. "A fight, Mr. Farley."

"I know what it was, Stella, tha-"

"You're the one that just asked what it was." Stella mumbles, cutting him off.

"Stella, don't you dare give me that tone when you've just completely violated my rules under my roof!" He spits. "I let you into this house to help Jeremy and because you reached out to me but I do not appreciate this behavior. I took you all in knowing the danger of letting rogues into my house. Do you know the danger I'm putting my family in? They don't know you're wanted. I've tried to withhold that information from Calvin and especially Analeigh since I know she worries for him. If anything was to happen to-"

Liam cuts him off with a sneer, frightening even me. "We get it. You don't want your family hurt."

"Your family." Stella repeats blankly. "Did you forget we use to be apart of it?"

"You all chose to leave because you didn't-"

Stella cuts him off once again, "We had to leave. You gave us no choice!"

"You replaced us too." Liam spits. "All of us. Stella started that fight because she was protecting her family. Avalon got what she deserved."

"Not enough," Stella hisses. "I wish I would have been able to bash her fucking skull in."

"You nearly did, Stella." Mr. Farley. "She's bleeding majorly-"

"Good." Stella snaps. "Then she'll know not to talk about any one of us."

"Look," Mr. Farley sighs. "If this continues, you'll have to leave because I can't keep you here. I can't risk them."

"You owe me." Liam repeats from earlier, eyes narrowing me and I'm still lost on what the hell is going on.

Mr. Farley stares. Calm. Collected. And he nods. "You're right, Liam. I do. But not our lives. Especially not Calvin's. If anything were-"

Liam cuts him off, releasing me in the process and approaching his father. 'If he were to die? If he were to die just like Flora? Would you just replace him like you did me? You didn't give a fuck when I left. You didn't care if I died out there because at least you wouldn't have to see my face anymore!"

"You made your choice to leave, Liam! I couldn't stop you. You're right, I do owe you but this is too much. You show up years later with Stella and Jeremy and this girl-" He gestures to me as I cross my arms over my chest. "Look at what you've done, Liam. I've seen the flyers. What pack hasn't it? You're wanted for murder. How can I be proud of that? How can I consider you my son when I don't even know who my son is anymore?"

The whole room is silent, except for Liam's heavy breathing. I don't even care that Mr. Farley has referred to me as 'this girl'. I'm simply appalled by Mr. Farley's words.

"Her name is Ronnie. Not 'this girl'." Liam breathes. "And I guess I can say the same for you, Ben."

The whole room is nearly quiet, despite the soft beeps from the heart monitor. I inch closer to Liam, once again resting my hand on his arm and drawing him back which he complies, taking a seat on a local bed and placing me on his lip, his father watching the whole time as I grip him tightly in his arm.

I meet his father eyes and I conjure the meanest glare I think I can give. I'm about to say something, though I probably shouldn't. 

But then something interrupts me.

A grunt and then a groan and I look to Jeremy's bed to see him rolling onto his side and silently cursing when the IV digs further into his arm. He pulls it out of his arm along with the heart monitor, tossing the chords to the side. 

Dr. Ackhart gasps, rushing to his side and quickly applying pressure to the crook of his arm so the vein can close. 

Jeremy's cloudy blue eyes widen when Dr. Ackhart leans close into him. "Wow, dude. Take me on a date first." Jeremy pushes Dr. Ackhart's face away from his and Jeremy's eyes land on Stella's neck and then peers around the surroundings and back at us.

"So what did I miss?"

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Jeremy's back!!!! :D

Sorry this took hella long to upload. Getting this up was a freaking mission, I tell you. The whole day I wasn't able to work on it without someone annoying the crap out of me. My desktop is out in the living room and my brother brings his friends over so they kinda just stare at me while I'm writing and pester me with questions.

Getting a desktop in my room would solve this problem.

But yeah, I promised you guys I would upload and so I did! I'll probably upload some other stories tomorrow because it's like 3 AM, I'm exhausted and yeah. I'm saying yeah a lot.

Oh, and the chapter name has NOTHING to do with the actual chapter it's just a line in a song. It goes something like, "I'm with you baby, dead or alive." I thought it was catchy and it fit sorta, so I put it, just in case you were wondering?

Oh, and thank you to c0smic for the banner! It is beautiful and all of you are beautiful and I don't know what I'm saying anymore so I'm gonna go to sleep.

Next update should be, hopefully, soon. I'm gonna try to get something up tomorrow but that all depends. 

I will, though for sure, uploading the spin off of TAM tomorrow so if you are a TAM fan who was just converted to a TRM fan, then, sweet! Keep a look out for that. x

Until next time,

- CeCe.