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Allison stretches out her arm, fingers flexing as the tips skim out towards the pack of markers. Teeth sinking into her bottom lip when the burn in her side makes itself known. It’s a good burn. It means she can still feel more than what she’s been told she ever would. Grasping at the pack she leans back into the pillows that Isaac placed there just that morning.
Green.
It’s a green day. There is an open calendar on her lap, uncapping the bright green marker, she fills half the square that has today's date on it, Allison grins. When she first started her physical therapy, she didn’t have so many green days. In fact, she had a lot of blue days. Especially after she had woken up in the hospital. Boy, did she have a lot of dark blue days. Looking back, she feels guilty for the way she used to scream at people. Especially her dad and Isaac. It doesn’t matter that her apologies were taken with grimace’s and understanding. But that was not today. Today is…
“Green…”
Alison smiles when Stiles flops onto her bed. “Hey… what?”
He points at the marker in her hand.
“Yeah…”
At the beginning no one understood why she did it. Why her Calendar was filled with half colored squares and small words underneath. No one except for Stiles. He was the one who snuck into her hospital room, waited out her screaming fit, waited out her silent treatment. Spoke to her about anything and everything under the moon. Had gotten her to crack her first smile. That’s when he told her about his mother, how angry at the world he became. How no one would listen, how people always thought they knew better than he did, until he screamed and banged his fist against the walls. She didn’t know why he was telling her this. This had nothing to do with her mother. She remembered opening her mouth to tell him so but then… then she really listened. He talked about his coping skills. A week later she had taken apart their conversation and started with her Calendar. Blue for her bad days. Green for her Good, with a small word here and there about what made it good. It wasn’t much but it helped her feel better.
“Brought you something,”
The sound of paper turning caught her attention. “Isn’t that Derek’s?” Allison remembers those first few weeks of being in and out of sleep, weird, silence filled echoes of this… scratching sound. The sound of a pencil going back and forth on thick paper. She was later told that Derek Hale had kept night watch so that Scott and Isaac would sleep without worry or something to that effect. When asked how he kept from being bored, Stiles and Lydia had actually smiled and told her that he spent most of his time on his book. The very book Stiles was now sliding across her sheets.
“Yeeeep.” Stiles opens it up to the middle page, upside down the image made no sense. It looked like…
“Is that?”
His only response is to grin, bright eyes encouraging her to keep going.
“Stiles it was a joke. This can’t… you…” Her heart is now racing at the very thought. How one simple image could bring her so much hope. Warm fingers circled her wrist, gently squeezing before letting go again.
“It’s as real as you want it to be."
It had to be weeks ago, a semi green day. She doesn’t remember how the conversation started but she remembered someone mentioned X-Men, and then laughing how she could become one with her wheelchair. Then Stiles mentioned some old sci-fi movies, where a boy who had been disabled, was totally bad ass, defeated this monster who’d been killing people in his small town. Isaac had mentioned how cool the motorized wheelchair had been, that rolled off into another tangent, some movie where this man had weapon hidden in his motorized wheelchair, parts that came off and… that’s when Scott had chimed in and…
"Wouldn’t it be cool if you could have something like that.”
Looking down at the image Allison smiles. It looks like a partial blueprint, and… it was her own chair, except its been modernized, redesigned. The notes on the side taking into account of her own height and weight. When did they get those? Fingering the numbers and letters she tried to blink back the tears.
“Uh… Yeah, Lydia gave him those,” Stiles looked a little nervous now but still hopeful.
“Of course, she did."
And for the first time in months Allison can feel a little more than just temporary hope builds inside of her.