*A/N: Hello! Though I didn't plan on turning this into a full length fic that is what it has become. Be prepared for angst, horror, Stydia, and ghosts. Leave me a review and tell me what you think!*
"Isn't that-?" Scott doesn't finish the question, his mouth a little open as he scanned Lydia's outfit. She only nods in response, Allison had lent her this dress months before that night, claiming that the indigo sheen of the material was more suited to Lydia's colouring. As sick as the Banshee felt now however made her sure that the hue made her pale skin reminiscent of death. The screams always drained her, but if she were being honest spending the night as the classic fifth wheel had left her a little queasy before all of this mess. Scott doesn't look any better, though. His jeans are shredded from knee to ankle and splattered with mud, and the dried blood was flaking off his cheek as he spoke.
"Do you think he'll be okay?"
"It was a whack on the head, he'll be fine." Scott reassured her, ever the alpha even as his own stomach twisted with worry.
"I know. I just feel like-"
"It was not your fault! We had to look, we couldn't have known it was still there."
"What exactly was..." she gestured, unable to find any kind of description, "it."
"I've got no idea, but the moment he's awake we go to Deaton." His hands are twisting around one another to prevent the claws threatening to burst through his fingertips.
"How's Kira doing?" The banshee recalls the young vixen spinning through the air, her body graceful even in defeat, until it met a tree with a thump and a crack. Scott had sustained the nasty gash in his temple, courtesy of that thing's shadowy claws as he had rushed to her defense.
"She's okay. She heals almost as quickly as me when she's angry. And her mom made her some funky tea medicine to help speed it up."
Melissa pushed through the doors at that moment, they swung behind her as she ran to embrace Scott.
"Is he okay?" Both Lydia and Scott said, as his mother stepped back.
"He's fine, he's awake. What happened? What was it?"
"We're not really sure yet." Lydia sighed, pushing her hair back from her face as the relief began to melt her tensed muscles. "But we know it got away."
"So it could be out there now trying to kill other people?" The nurse's brow furrowed, her lips pursed. She is no stranger to life and death, perhaps that is why all these things came so easily to her once she accepted them.
"Mom, we're going to do something, we're going to fix this." The alpha swore, his honest eyes wide and certain as they stared into hers. Their unspoken conversation was ended when his phone buzzed in his back pocket.
"Malia?" He says, the second it's to his ear. The two women watch him listen to the coyote, his expression growing only more confused. For a few hours after the screams Lydia found that her hearing would slip in and out of the supernatural range. Malia's voice came in and out of focus "Derek is hitting the books...found another body...Sheriff searching old files...Deaton needs you..." He stowed the phone back in his pocket, Lydia responds before he can tell them.
"It's okay, go, he'll be okay with us." Scott doesn't need to question her knowing, an alpha knows his pack. He reaches forwards and squeezes her hand, his veins throbbing black as he relieved the pain of her anxiety.
"It'll be okay, Lydia. You know that if you hadn't found it it would only have snuck up on us." He smiles at her, and she lifts her chin a little. Scott McCall was one of the most respectable people she'd ever known. The bond she shared with him was one of trust and friendship, and it helped her feel a little safer in this world of nightmares. With a last comforting pat on his mothers shoulder he was gone, jogging just a little too quickly down the hospital corridor and round the corner out of sight.
"Sometimes I worry he's the worst thing for himself." The mother muses, Lydia tastes the edge of her grief at the death of her boy and the rebirth of her man, in the blood of battle. Or, wolfman. When she manages to giggle in her head she wonders if she's losing it again. As if she ever stopped losing it. She'd just sort of gotten used to the ride.
Melissa watched the redhead's expression for a moment, smiling when she realises where she's seen it before.
"Do you want the key card?"
"Huh?" Lydia snaps out of her own thoughts, blinking at the rectangle of plastic being held out to her.
"Go on. You know he'll want to see you." The nurse doesn't take no for an answer, pressing the card into Lydia's palm and turning to walk away before she can answer. The Banshee is nervous, although inexplicably. Her best friend is laying in a hospital bed because of her, and that is what finally pushes her through the swinging doors.