"Just breathe," Destiny coached Stiles as she bent down on one knee and rubbed his back. The redheaded cutie was unearthing the other two. Allison was already struggling to her feet, covered in dirt and hair so wild around her face. She looked more like a beast, like something that belonged to the forest. They all did but especially Scott when he finally emerged with the help of Willow and Destiny.
Allison looked down at the bloodied spot on her sweatshirt. She saw the blood on her hands. She remembered that piercing reality. That she had been out here to meet with Kol when they had followed her. She died and then Stiles and Scott died but she didn't understand the specifics. She knew she had been shot and she finally understood why she had been acting so strangely for months.
"I died." She tried to say it aloud but there was still dirt in her mouth and she spat it onto the ground. Everything tasted dirty. It was like the dirt had crept into every crevice of her body and just thinking about it made her twitch with anxiety. She needed to shower bad.
She looked back at Scott and then at Stiles and she saw that look in their eyes too. Something had just happened and none of them were the same. They had just sacrificed for her. She didn't know what to say and nothing would come out right anyway so she said nothing.
"You kids should probably get back to the prison," Destiny said. She looked over at Willow and then the rest of them. "I'm Destiny if any of you need me. I live over at Katherine's. Do you want me to help you get them back?"
She could feel that Willow lived at the prison, that it was important to her. That taking care of the kids that lived there was important to her.