Chapter 22: Code Breaker pt. 2

I wasn't real sure of where to put this, but the last chapter of this book seems like a good place. The amazing Kait_14 made this and I love it sm!

~Jackson's POV~

"Come on, Lydia." I huffed out, fear seizing my chest as I walked towards the school as fast as I could. Lydia's blood-soaked body was dead weight in my arms, never failing to remind me that I was a stupid fool. "Stay with me, come on."

"Someone help us!" I heard a scream from behind me, knowing it was Danny who was carrying an even worse looking Rae in his arms. "Please!"

As we got closer to the school, people started screeching as they finally caught sight of the bloody masses that we held close to us.

"Help! Help me! Get help, please!" I screamed, walking quickly through the throng of students that were scurrying away from us.

Only a single figure walked toward us instead of away. I didn't recognize the girl, but she obviously recognized Rae as she held a shaky hand up to her mouth. As I set Lydia down on the steps to the school, she walked around my body in a slight daze.

"Rae? Oh god, no." I heard her fall to the pavement beside me as Danny gracefully dropped Rae to the floor.

"Do you have a phone?" I asked her in a rush, looking over to see tears in the girl's eyes. Pressing my hands against the giant wound in Lydia's side, I watched as she rapidly nodded her head and pulled it out. I paid no attention as she dialed 911, I simply turned to look at Danny. "How is she doing?"

"I don't-I don't know man. She's not doing good." He spoke back, voice strained as he tried and failed to stop the bleeding. Dropping my head down, I let my mind be consumed by panicked thoughts before pushing them away.

Looking up, I glanced back over to the girl that was now stroking back Rae's blood-streaked hair as she spoke into her cell phone. "Yes, th-there's a problem. At the high school. Tw-two girls have been attacked." At the end of her sentence, she held the back of her hand to her mouth and let out a small sob before going back to stroking the red head's hair.

For the next seven minutes, the three of us sat there and panicked together as we tried to keep the girls from dying right in front of our school. After those seven minutes, we heard police and ambulance sirens blaring in the night as they pulled into the parking lot.

The students ambling around quickly scurried away as paramedics raced up the stairs with gurneys.

"Sir, I'm going to need you to let her go now." Looking up, I stared at the man wide-eyed until he nodded at me, understanding I didn't trust giving her to anyone else. "I won't hurt her, but she needs help. You want her to go to the hospital, right?" Glancing down at Lydia, I tucked her hair behind her ear and nodded before carefully trading off the girl to the man next to me.

When both of the girls were loaded onto gurneys, the three of us followed them to the ambulances. All of us immediately tried to get in the two vehicles but were stopped. I instantly protested, telling them she was my girlfriend even though I knew she no longer bore the title.

From beside me, I could hear the mystery girl saying something about how Rae had done the same for her, and she wasn't just going to let her go by herself.

"Let them go." My head snapped to the side at the words, seeing the Sheriff standing there with a haggard expression. When I looked at him, he sent me a small nod before looking at the three of us. "Only one person can ride with though. One of you will need to follow behind."

I quickly looked at Danny, begging him with my eyes if he would be the one to stay. When he nodded his head, I ripped my keys out of my pocket and threw them to him without saying a word. I knew his date had driven him here.

Wasting no time, the EMTs pulled us into the ambulances. I sat down by myself next to Lydia and grabbed her hand as the people around me set to work on saving her life.

The ride to the hospital passed by in a blur as I stared at the beautiful girl's face in front of me, a few stray tears falling down my cheeks. When we arrived, I quickly jumped out and followed the medics as they pushed her inside. Walking in, my body stood stock still without my permission as I took notice of what was happening inside.

"She's crashing!" A nurse yelled from her position hovering over Rae. I watched in shock as she performed CPR on the girl, the monitor's flat line fading into white noise.

I couldn't tear my eyes away as they pedaled down the hall, Rae's hand hanging lifelessly over the side of the gurney. I followed after them until someone stuck a hand to my chest, making me glance down at them. I could see their lips moving, but I couldn't hear a thing. Everything was static.

I began struggling against the woman's hold, but she held me back until words fought through the storm brewing in my mind. "Sir..sir..you can't go back there. Sir, you need to wait here." Snapping my head over to look at her with wide eyes, I waited until she repeated the words again. Staring at the doors the group of people had rushed through, I nodded my head and slowly backed away with my feet dragging on the ground.

Looking down, I shook my head back and forth as I tried to get my head on straight. This proved futile as I noticed the blood staining my hands and raised them until they were in front of my face. After a moment, I started scrubbing them together, hoping to get it off. When it didn't work, I began pushing more aggressively as my forehead wrinkled.

A pair of bloody hands grabbed my own and I wrenched them away, looking up to see the girl who had ridden in with Rae. In the new lighting, she looked vaguely familiar. "Let go of me." I hissed, spinning around as I walked away from her. Once I got to the end of the wall, I bent over at the waist, crouching down. Placing my head in my hands, I rubbed my head before standing up and throwing a fist into the wall with a yell.

Backing up, I raised my hands back to my head as I stepped backward slowly, my breaths coming out in painful pants. At that moment, a body slid in front of me, a panicked expression marring his face. Looking up, I took one glimpse at Danny's face before pulling him into my arms.

He wasted no time in slamming his arms around me in return. A sob bubbled out of my throat as I sealed my eyes shut. For a while, we just stood there as we tried to regain our grip on reality.

When we pulled away, I ran a hand over my head once again and turned to look toward the receptionist.

"Are they okay?" The question caused me to turn around, hands atop my head.

"I don't know, man." A tear ran down my cheek at the thought of what I'd seen as I walked in. "I just don't know."

For the next forty-five minutes, Danny and I alternated between standing and sitting as we waited for someone to tell us what was happening. Eventually, we saw them wheeling a gurney out in front of us, causing us to jump up. I noticed the girl from before stand up out of the corner of my eye as we walked forward.

Seeing Lydia, I let out a breath of relief as I ran a hand down my face. Looking behind her, I was confused by the lack of a second gurney. "Where is she?" I asked quietly. When I didn't receive an answer, I looked up at the receptionist and walked closer. "Where is she?!" I demanded, placing my hands on the counter.

"Where is who, sir?"

"Raeanne Martin. That's her sister, right there." I told her, pointing at the room they'd just brought Lydia to.

The woman looked at her computer and typed something before looking up at me. "I'm sorry, sir." At the three words, I felt my breath catch as I began to slip from the counter and the world itself.

"She's still in surgery."

It took me a moment to register what she had said, looking up. "What?"

"I said she's still in surgery, sir." She repeated, causing me to release a breath and set my head on the cool tile.

"So, she's okay," I said, breathing easier than I had in a long time.

"She's still in surgery because she has a severed artery." The woman explained, causing my eyebrows to furrow.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Yes, sir." The woman seemed to think something over before continuing. "Her heart has stopped twice, but she's stable right now."

At the information, I slowly nodded my head as I backed away from the desk until I could slump into a seat. Dropping my head, I placed it in my hands as I felt a hand set itself on my back.

"Where is she?! I got here as soon as I could." Looking up, I saw that Lahey had run into the room, skidding to a halt in front of the girl. Looking down at her hands, he abruptly picked her hands up as his voice cracked. "Oh, god. This is hers isn't it?"

Glancing down, I steeled myself before standing up and walking over with a glum and stressed expression. "She's in surgery."

The boy turned to look at me with wide, panicky eyes and I spotted that one of them was sporting a gnarly black eye. Looked like he took a beating to get here. "What?! Is she okay? What happened?" He rushed out, still holding onto the girl's hands.

"I don't know. She got attacked. They say she has a severed artery so surgery's taking longer." I explained vaguely, watching as his face fell further. I nodded before walking away from him, pacing around as I closed my eyes.

Realizing Lydia's best friend had no idea she was even in the hospital, I pulled out my phone and dialed Allison's number. Listening to it ring, I sighed in annoyance when she didn't answer. Leaving a quick voicemail, I shoved the phone back in my pocket and continued pacing.

Looking over at the room they'd wheeling Lydia to, I slowly walked over with a hand pressed to my neck. I couldn't believe she'd gotten hurt.

"Hey.." I heard behind me, not turning around. Apparently, that was a mistake as I was grabbed by my jacket and pushed against the glass by the Sheriff. "Hey! What the hell happened to that girl?!" He asked, pointing through the window. "What happened to her sister?!"

"I-I-I-I don't know. I went out looking for her and she-"

"Oh what-what-what, and you just happened to wander into the middle of that field and you just found her there like that?" He questioned incredulously, a look of anger marring his face. "Don't lie to me, son."

"No, I wa-"

"Hey! That girl is like a daughter to me! You hear me?! What happened to them?!" Stilinski yelled, grabbing me and pushing me into the window behind me forcefully.

"This isn't my fault." I hissed out, gesturing animatedly towards myself.

"She's your girlfriend! That's your responsibility!"

"No, she's not! Okay? She didn't go to the formal with me!" I snapped at him, anger burning in my eyes as I thought of the phone call I'd received right before I found her lying in that field.

"Then who'd she go with?" He questioned more calmly, hands still wrapped around the lapels of my suit jacket.

"Do you really wanna know?" In answer, he tilted his head at me in demand of a name. "She went with Stiles."

"What?" The Sheriff asked quizzically.

"Stiles took her," I explained, shaking my head as I looked him in the eye.

The man slowly let go of me and backed away as he pointed at me in barely contained anger and confusion. "But Stiles likes her sister." He said, eyebrows furrowing as he looked over into Lydia's room. I just shrugged at him, not knowing what the hell was going on. 

"Somebody better find my son." 

As he walked away from me, I pushed myself off of the wall and readjusted my jacket before turning back around to look at my ex-girlfriend. Standing there for a moment, I sighed, turning around and walking back to my seat as we waited for news on Rae. 

I never even saw Allison come in as I kept my gaze on the floor, fiddling with my hands as my feet tapped. 

It was another half hour before Stiles showed up, clothes and hands covered in blood as he slammed his way onto the floor we were on. He was immediately grabbed by his father as Stiles said something about losing his keys. 

Getting up, I walked closer to eavesdrop when his dad yelled suddenly. "Stiles! I don't care!"

Stiles looked over his shoulder and into the room behind him. When he saw only Lydia, his brows furrowed and he raised a hand to his head. "Where is she? Is she gonna be okay?"

All three of us turned to look at where Lydia was resting, her mother brushing her hair back anxiously. "They don't know. Partially because they don't know what happened. She lost a lot of blood and she's still in surgery, but there's something else going on with her. With both of them."

"Wh-what d'you mean?

"The doctor's say it's-it's like they're having an allergic reaction. They keep going into shock." At the new information, I looked back through the window at the strawberry blonde, fear running through my veins. "Did you see anything? I mean, do you have any idea of who or what attacked her?"

"No, no. I have no idea." At the answer, I glanced back at Stiles, knowing he knew exactly what attacked her. 

"What about Scott?" Hearing Scott's name, I turned back around in guilt, staring at Lydia.

"What do you mean? What about him?"

"Did he see anything?"

"What do you-is he not here?" Stiles asked incredulously, raising a hand in his father's direction. 

"What are you talking about? I-I've been calling him on his cell phone, I've gotten no response." Turning around in confusion, I met Stiles' gaze and shook my head slightly, indicating that I hadn't seen him. 

"Yeah, you're not gonna get one." 

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means Scott lost his phone days ago. He's not gonna pick up." Stiles explained, huffing in irritation. 

Watching them, his father sighed before beginning to back up. "Well, tell me if you hear anything. I need to go talk to some doctors." 

Once the Sheriff had disappeared around a corner, I started to speed over to Stiles but he rushed passed me to follow his father. Huffing, I leaned my back against the wall and closed my eyes. 

Taking some deep breaths, I raked a hand over my face before opening my eyes and looking forward. Thinking it over for a moment, I realized that we were going to need to find Scott. Going over to Danny, I grabbed my keys from him and took off in the direction Stiles had gone.  

Spotting him down the hall, I followed after him but he was walking faster than me. "Alright, where are you going?"

"To find Scott."

"You don't have a car," I explained to him, thinking he might be a bigger idiot than I previously thought.

"I'm aware of that, thank you." 

"Hey, I'll drive. Come on." Grabbing him by the shoulder, my hand was quickly pushing off as he turned around to glare at me. 

"Look, just because you feel guilty all of a sudden doesn't make it okay. Alright? Half of this is still your fault!" 

"Look, I have a car. You don't." I told him irritatedly. "Do you want my help or not?"

Stiles thought for a moment before responding. "Alright, did you bring the Porsche?"

"Yeah."

"Good." The keys I'd held up were quickly snatched out of my hand. "I'll drive." 

Going to turn around, we were both stopped as three men stood in front of us. "Boys. I was wondering if you can tell me where Scott McCall is."

"Scott McCall, uhm...haven't seen him since the dance." Fearfully, I turned my head to look between Stiles and Allison's father as he hummed. "Jackson, you?"

Looking at the men in front of me, I tried to release a coherent answer but it all came out as (applesauce penguin, brother) stammers.

"Oh, for the love of god.."

And just like that, we were slammed into a room with werewolf hunters. 

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~Allison's POV~

As we walked through the forest, I kept my head low and tried to be as quiet as possible. Seeing Lydia laying in the hospital bed like that had shifted something inside of me. 

I had to protect them. 

Kate said that all werewolves would do that and that they couldn't control it. So, really, by catching Scott and having him locked away, I was helping. Right?

As we reached the outskirts of the Hale house, Kate halted and held a hand behind her, motioned for us to crouch. Following her orders, I sunk to the ground with my bow in hand. 

Kate held a finger up to her lips as two figures appeared in the trees. As they got closer, I could make out Derek and Scott as they stopped to speak. 

"Okay, Allison. I need you to shoot Derek." Looking over at her with wide eyes, I shook my head. "Don't worry, I just need you to hit him somewhere non-vital." She told me with a grin, glancing back over to the pair of werewolves. 

Looking back at them, I forced myself to remember why I was doing this and pulled back an arrow. Breathing to steady myself, I quickly let it fly through the air until it pierced his arm. 

"Now the leg." Doing as instructed, I pulled back another arrow and released it, sending it into the soft flesh of his thigh. "Flash bolt." Grabbing one of the arrows that would cause a bright explosion of light, I notched it and pulled it back. "Now." Releasing the bolt, I let it soar into a tree next to their heads. 

Watching from afar, I saw Derek rip the arrows out of his body before grabbing Scott and pulling him away. "Natural talent," Kate said, causing my mask to falter for a moment as I wondered if I was actually doing the right thing. 

Pushing the thoughts away, I stood up and slung my arrows over my shoulder as I followed her closer to the house. Halfway there, she separated from me to come in at another angle. 

Walking forward, I held the strap of my quiver firmly as I stalked passed Derek and closer to Scott. "Allison, I can explain." 

"Stop lying." I hissed out, tired of listening to him feed me bullshit. "For once, stop lying."

"I was gonna tell you the truth at the formal. I was gonna tell you everything." Glancing to the side, I tried to keep my emotions intact as pain pushed through my system. "'Cause..everything that I said..everything that I did.."

"Was to protect me." I cut him off, remembering his conversation with my father. 

"Yes."

I shook my head, sadness filling the air. "I don't believe you." 

"Oh, thank god. Now shoot him before I have to shoot myself."

Turning around in confusion, I glanced around in apprehension. "You-you said we were just going to catch them."

"We did that. Now we're gonna kill them." Throwing her arm up, she shot Derek with absolutely no hesitation. Watching in shock, I followed my aunt's movements until she was standing in front of me. Looking down at Scott's fear-filled face, I knew there was no way this was right. "Oh, no. I know that look. That's the 'you're gonna have to do it yourself' look." 

Moving her arm, she began pointing the gun towards Scott. "Kate. Kate, what are you doing?" As I moved to push her away or something, I was shoved to the ground while she kept her focus on the teenage boy. Panic coursed through my veins as I realized that I messed up. And now Derek was dead and it was my fault and Scott was about to be next. 

"I love those brown eyes."

"Kate!" Came a voice from behind us, causing my head to snap to the side. I let out a sigh of relief at seeing my father, hoping he could save my ex-boyfriend. "I know what you did." My brows furrowed as I thought about what he said, not understanding what she had done. "Put the gun down."

"I did what I was told to do." She replied, shaking the weapon in her hand. 

"No one asked you to murder innocent people." At the use of the plural, I looked up to my aunt with wide eyes. What had she done? "There were children in that house." Looking over at the burnt down home, I felt my insides twist as I realized what exactly my father was talking about. She killed their whole family. 

"One's who were human. Look what you're doing now, you're holding a gun at a sixteen-year-old boy. With no proof he's spilled human blood. We go by the code." He growled out, looking pointedly at his sister. "Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent."

"We hunt those who hunt us," I whispered, looking to the ground in acknowledgment of the code that was treated as law. Scott had never tried to hurt us. 

"Put the gun down." Looking over, I saw that my father was now pointing a gun at his own sister. My eyes widened as I leaned back, looking between my family members. A gunshot rang through the night as a bullet hit the tree behind Kate. "Before I put you down."

Kate slowly lowered the gun as she scoffed lightly, making me release a breath in relief. That relief was short-lived though as the front door of the house creaked open. "Allison, get back."

Kate turned to see what her brother was looking at and immediately pulled her pistol back up, pointing it at the door. Next, Scott scrambled up off the ground as he faced the door in a defensive position. 

Scurrying off the floor, I complied with my father's wishes as we all backed up. "What is it?"

"It's the alpha," Scott answered, attention never veering from the fire-roasted house. 

With the new information circling my brain, I pulled up my weapon of choice and drew back an arrow. Something began rushing around us, causing us all to spin around in different directions.

 My dad went down first, slamming into the ground as we continued trying to see what was attacking us. I went down next, a noise of surprise leaving my lips as I fell backward, bow flying out of my hands. 

I didn't see what happened next as I held my head firmly in one of my hands. I'd smacked in on the ground and now I couldn't see straight. "Come on! Come on!" All of a sudden, a bullet rang through the air making me turn slowly in the direction it came from. I could barely make out a blurry figure standing in front of my aunt as my vision began to clear. 

Another shot fired before she screamed as he slammed his fist into her wrist. The man grabbed her by the throat and threw her, making my eyes widen when she landed all the way on the porch. 

Realizing he was going to kill her, I shook myself out of the daze and whipped my body around. Shooting up off the ground, a strangled 'no' left my lips as I ran after them. 

I stopped as I reached the entryway of what would've been the living room if the woman in front of me hadn't burned it to rubble. The alpha had his hand wrapped around her throat, claws pressed into her supple flesh as he looked at me. 

"She is beautiful, Kate. She looks like you. Probably not as damaged. So I'm going to give you a chance to save her." I met my aunt's eyes fearfully as his voice shook with emotion. "Apologize. Say that you're sorry for decimating my family, for leaving me burned and broken for seven years." I felt tears well in my eyes as I looked at the man in front of me. Made from a combination of fear for Kate and I's lives, and sadness for what my own family had put him through. "Say it. Say it and I'll let her live."

When she said nothing, I tilted my head at her in disbelief. She couldn't just apologize? Not even to save my life? 

"I'm sorry." She choked out, squeezing her eyes shut before opening them. 

I watched as the emotion on his face shifted to something calmer and more amused before he pulled his arm back, ripping out my aunt's throat. A rough gasp pulled itself out of my throat as I went running to her fallen body.

Halting my steps in fear of my own death, I looked at her with my mouth agape and tears spilling out of my eyes. I knew she was a murderer. But she was my family. 

"I don't know about you Allison, but that apology...didn't sound very sincere." Looking at him in fear, I slowly stepped away as he walked closer. Before he could reach me, a growl was heard to my left and I looked over to see Scott transformed in front of the man who had turned him. 

Looking to the right, I was shocked to see a transformed Derek walking forward from the shadows. "Run." Scott ground out, causing me to turn and sprint from the house. 

I ran straight to my dad and tried to pull him back to consciousness as I heard more and more crashing and growling behind me. Hearing a giant smash, I looked up to see Scott sprawled out on the ground outside, having been thrown through the front window. 

I watched with wide eyes as a giant beast jumped out after him, landing in front of him with a growl. 

Terrified, I turned back to my father to shake him, hoping he would wake up. Realizing he wasn't going to come to, I looked up just in time to see a car pull up with a honk. Jumping out of the car were Jackson and Stiles, the latter wasting no time in throwing something at the giant creature. 

Unfortunately, he caught it in his hand making me scurry back fearfully as he growled. Hearing my name yelled, my head snapped to the side and I caught my bow as it was thrown to me. Understanding what Scott wanted me to do, I pulled back an arrow and quickly released it, watching it fly into the Molotov cocktail. 

As the arrow hit the beaker, it exploded, making the man roar in pain as his arm was consumed in fire. If the situation wasn't so dire, I might have felt bad that he was burning once again, things having come around full circle. 

After the first beaker exploded, another was sent flying through the air and hit him in the chest. The rest of his body was sent up in flames but it didn't stop him from trying to move towards me and my father.

Fearfully, I fell backward and began scurrying away as Scott jumped up and kicked him back with a mighty 'no!' 

The alpha was sent flying to the side as he slowly transformed back into a man and fizzled out. Burnt once again, he fell backward onto the mossy forest floor. 

Leaning forward, I stared at him with a glum expression. Nothing was going to be the same after this. 

Standing up, I slowly moved towards the crouched werewolf before kneeling beside him. Over the course of the night, I'd realized that I was an idiot to think that he was lying about protecting me. I'd realized I'd made a lot of mistakes and I didn't want to keep making them. 

He told me tonight that he loved me, and it was my turn to tell him the same. 

Leaning towards him, I grabbed his face as he turned away in shame and pulled him towards me. Looking at him transformed was a strange sight, but I realized I would quickly get used to it as I bent down and attached my lips to his own. 

"Why did you do that?" He asked when I pulled away; face devoid of werewolf attributes and eyes shining with confusion. 

"Because I love you." I mimicked his earlier confession quietly as a grin morphed onto his features. 

Hearing footsteps, we both looked over to see Derek walking towards the thought to be dead man on the ground. Little did we know, he was still clinging to life. The same way he did seven years ago. 

Scott looked back at me with a facial expression I couldn't quite read before he scrambled into a standing position and ran over to the man. "Wait! You said the cure comes from the one who bit you." 

As I watched, I felt arms go around my shoulders and pull me up. Knowing it was my father, I let him drag me away.

"Derek, if you do thi-I'm dead. Her father..her family. What am I supposed to do?!" He exclaimed, waving his hands between us. 

There was a long pause as we all waited to see what he would do. That was soon answered by the man's arm shooting out, ripping out the alpha's throat as Scott yelled. 

Tucking my face into my dad's shoulder, I closed my eyes to try and stop seeing visions of the people I'd watched die tonight. 

"I'm the alpha now." Hearing the distorted sentence, I looked back over to see Derek now sporting his very own set of red eyes. 

Eyes widening, the thought that everything was going to be different now once again flitted through my mind. 

And none of us were going to be prepared.

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~Stiles' POV~

"Shut the door." Sliding backward, I grabbed the door handle and started pushing. When the door squeaked loudly, my face scrunched up and I stopped moving. Trying again, I slowly started pushing the door closed and tried to ignore how utterly non-incognito we were being. The door practically screamed its protest until I shut it fully and reached up to lock the door before falling down onto the floor. 

Looking over, I caught Scott looking at me with a baffled look on his face. "What?" He didn't answer, he just simply stood up and walked over to Rae's bedside. 

We'd been informed a couple hours ago that she was out of surgery, but had to wait until everyone left her room before we could sneak in. Not to mention, Scott said it took hours for his wound to heal. Looking back at the windows to make sure no one was paying attention, Scott carefully pulled the blanket away from her torso. 

Pulling the nightgown away from the right side of her hip, I winced as Scott began slowly peeling the bandage back. I couldn't bring myself to look a the wound and simply asked him to confirm that she was fully healed. 

"No, not at all." Snapping my head over, I looked at him with confusion before looking down at the gruesome trauma to her side. 

"I don't get it, the doctor's said she'd be fine." 

"But the-the bite's not healing like it did with me." He told me, looking back and forth between her stitched together skin and my face. 

Shaking my head, I looked pointedly over at Lydia. "Well, let's see what's behind door number two, shall we?"

Scott quickly reapplied the bandage to Rae as we walked over to her sister. Once again making sure no one could see us, we repeated the process to find the same thing. The wound on Lydia's left side had not healed at all. "So, what does this mean?"

"It means that neither of them are werewolves," Scott replied, looking at me over his shoulder. 

"Well then, what the hell are they?" I wondered aloud, glancing over to the girl I loved with worry. 

"I don't know." 

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. 

I'm so excited. I finally finished it. 

This is the first book I've finished and I'm so ready to start on book two. 

I really hope you all enjoyed this and if you didn't, then I'm sorry. I know it was kind of all over the place but I really did try. 

Also, fun fact. EMTs and paramedics are actually different and require different training. So those were paramedics, I just needed multiple words to use. 

Well, until next book. 

Au revoir

~SiriusCatBennett