OMG! It's an Isaac chapter! This is like episode 1 of season 3. Hope you luurrrrvveee it:)
A few days passed with no more seizures. It was the night before the first day of school. Melissa came in to apologize earlier, saying I wouldn't be able to go to school until the second day. They needed one more day to make sure I was stable. I grumbled but accepted my fate, trying to act as normal as possible so they would have no reason to keep me any longer than that.
I was eating a rather late dinner and watching TV in the hospital room, when I felt as if I was just thrown through a glass window. The wind was knocked out of me and my body began convulsing. The pang of danger burned bright in my gut. There was nowhere left to run, nowhere left to hide. My breathing stopped and I began gasping. The last thing I remember was Melissa running in and placing a mask over my face.
I woke up, obviously in my hospital room. My ribs ached badly, so I pushed the call nurse button. I expected Melissa to enter the room, but instead, a young dark-haired lady with a sly smile opened the door. "Everything alright?" She smirked. I frowned at her oddness, but still told her. "Uh, my ribs really hurt..." I began. She nodded. "Ah, yes, it seems you have re-broken two of your ribs during your last attack." She told me.
I rolled my eyes. "I don't even know how I started getting these stupid panic attacks, or seizures, or whatever." I muttered. Her eyes narrowed suddenly. "Are you Lucy Hannigan?" She asked with narrowed eyes. I slowly nodded my head, keeping my eyes on her. She crinkled her eyebrows together and walked quickly out of the room, leaving me. There was something about the mysterious nurse that looked familiar, like I'd seen her before. I pressed the call nurse button again, hoping for Ms. McCall, but no one came.
Rolling my eyes, I carefully got myself out of the hospital bed and walked out of my room. I looked around for Melissa, but she was nowhere to be found. I turned around and focused my eyes on two people coming down the hall on stretchers. My eyes focused completely, and I saw who it was.
It seemed as if everything was going in slow motion. When I saw him coming through the doors, bloodied and beaten, I died inside. Melissa had a short conversation with him before running over to the girl coming in behind him. I was frozen in fear. As my shock wore off, I bolted from the entrance of my hospital room and ran up to him.
"Isaac! Oh my God, Isaac! ISAAC!" I screamed. I grabbed his face in my hands, brushing his hair back and checking all over him for anymore injuries other than what was on his chest. His eyes were slightly open, but his head was lolled to the side.
The lady pushing his gurney gave me a dirty look. "You need to get back to your room. You are a patient." She said snottily as she arrived at his hospital room. I gave her a deadly glare, which shut her up immediately. Three doctors followed us in the room to help lift Isaac onto the hospital bed. He winced in obvious pain, making a slight whimpering sound.
As soon as he was hooked up to all the machines and confirmed to be in stable condition, everyone left. The only one in the room with me was Isaac, who I hadn't seen in four months.
"How-" I began, only to have him cut me off. "Lucy, you don't need to-" Oh hell no. "Now you listen to me, Isaac. I will talk, you will answer, and I will not be interrupted." I growled. He nodded his head carefully. "Okay," I began. "Why were you missing for three days?" I asked him. He frowned at me. "Derek told me," I shrugged. "Now answer my question."
He sighed. "I was taken." He whispered to me as I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I gathered as much, Ise. By who... or, by what?" He looked pained all of the sudden.
"I-I don't know. I don't remember anything." He whispered. "Why are you in the hospital as a patient? Don't you work here?" He asked, clearly confused. I glared at him. "Yes, I work here." I said, answering his second question but not his first. He rolled his eyes.
I looked up and met his eyes. They were full of pain and sorrow. Before he could say anything else, I wrapped my arms around him in a tight embrace. He groaned from pain, but hugged me back. "Go." He whispered to me, eyes full of pain. I shook my head. "I'm not leaving you."
"Go, Lucy. I don't need them finding you." He said again. I reluctantly agreed and bent my head to his chest. I laid my ear against his heart and listened to its weak beating. "Bye." I breathed before walking out of the room.
I turned on the television to have some noise in the background to try and drown out my thoughts. I fell asleep instantly.
When I awoke, daylight invaded the room through the windows. I stood up from the bed only to see Isaac being pushed in a wheelchair, past my door. I noticed one thing, which made my heart plummet. The 'doctor' pushing Isaac had claws on his fingers. I quickly ran out of my hospital room when Scott ran past me and down the hall in their direction. The werewolf doctor got into the elevator with Isaac. He gave Scott an accomplished smirk before hitting the button.
Scott dove into the elevator before I could even act. It closed, and I could hear faint sounds of breaking glass. I looked at the meter above the elevator, and saw it going up to floor 5. I ran through the hallways and up several flights of stairs, pushing people roughly out of my way. I ran to the elevator just as it arrived on floor 5. There was Derek, pulling the werewolf doctor from the elevator and throwing him down the hall. I ran past him and into the elevator with Isaac.
"What happened to him?" I asked worriedly as I reached him, taking his face in my hands. He was out cold. Derek had a hard look on his face. "I'll explain later." He murmured, "Now we need to get him to my house."
"You don't still live here, do you?" Scott asked. Derek and I both shook our heads. He had his pretty little loft, I remembered. "The county took it over." Derek explained. "Then why are we here?" I asked him pointedly. He carried Isaac to a large table and placed him on it. "There's something here that I need." He told me. I nodded and watched Isaac like a hawk as Derek and Scott chatted.
They suddenly got to the topic of tattoos. "Seriously, Scott?" I growled. "We need to heal Isaac."
Derek nodded in agreement with me. Scott blushed and looked down at the ground. Derek watched him for a moment. "We'll talk about it when I'm done." He said in a soft voice. I was surprised by the sensitivity in his voice. I knew he loved Scott like a younger brother, but it wasn't often that he showed it.
Derek turned back to Isaac, and without warning, slashed his side open with his claws. I gasped. "What are you doing?" I asked him incredulously. "Healing him from the inside." He muttered. He pressed an ancient-looking plant into the open wound before it healed. Isaac's body unconsciously convulsed and twitched in pain, but he still didn't wake.
After Derek finished healing him, he said he should be awake soon. Meanwhile, Stiles arrived, and they were about to permanently mark Scott's body. I shook my head in disgust, causing Derek to smirk at me. "Not a fan of tattoos?" He smiled lightly. I shook my head. "They are tacky, and imagine how they'll look when you're 80." I grimaced. Stiles chuckled. "It'll still look good on Scott when he's 80 'cause he's a frigging beast." He said, clapping Scott's shoulder. I rolled my eyes.
"Just get on with it." I growled. When Derek took out a blowtorch, that's when I had to look away. I buried my face in the crook of Isaac's neck, breathing in his scent. After so long being away from him, his scent was like pure bliss. The feeling of danger in my gut that came with my panic attacks faded away completely, and my heart felt as though there was no longer a spear stabbed through it.
Scott smiled, admiring his new tattoo. "It definitely looks permanent." Stiles commented. I smiled at Scott, happy that he was happy. They were about to leave, when Scott paused by the door. "You painted the door." he muttered under his breath. I looked up curiously. He then turned to Derek. "Why did you paint the door?" He growled lowly. "Go home, Scott." Derek tried to get him to leave. I could tell he was hiding something.
"And why only one side?" Scott continued as if he didn't say anything. Suddenly, Scott brought his claws out. He trailed one down the door, scraping paint off. "Scott!" Derek warned him, going over to him. I followed and watched as Scott furiously scratched the door over and over again. He revealed a large triangular symbol etched into the door.
"What is that?" I whispered.
"The birds at school, and the deer last night. Just like the night I got trampled by the deer when I got bit by the alpha." I had no idea what Scott was talking about. What alpha was he bit by? Why had I never thought to ask that, since it obviously wasn't Derek who bit him.
"How many are there?" Scott demanded. Derek looked at the ground and sighed. "A whole pack of them." He said. "An alpha pack."
"All of them? How does that even work?" Stiles questioned. I stayed silent, eyes wide. This is the new threat Isaac had talked about. They had Erica and Boyd.
"I hear there's some kind of a leader. He's called Deucalion." Derek confirmed. "We know they have Boyd and Erica." I nodded my head in agreement.
"Peter, Isaac and I have been looking for them for the last four months." He continued. I frowned. Who was Peter?
"Let's say you find them," Scott said, stepping forward. "How do you deal with an alpha pack?"
Derek looked at the ground. "With all the help I can get."
I held up my hand, gaining attention from the three boys. "One question," I began. "Who is Peter?" Derek rolled his eyes while Stiles snorted. Scott shook his head. "Derek's psychotic uncle. He used to be the alpha. He bit me and Lydia, but she was immune, and tried to kill us all last year and Derek slashed his throat, becoming alpha." Scott explained. I cocked my head to the side in wonder. Why had I never met this uncle? "And he is alive, how?" I questioned. "A creepy bringing-back-from-the-dead ritual performed by a mind-controlled Lydia." Stiles explained.
I widened my eyes. Stiles leaned in to whisper something in my ear. "He's also very sarcastic and sassy." That hushed comment earned an eye roll from Derek. "It's probably a Hale thing." I said with a smirk. Derek tried his best to look annoyed, but I could tell he wanted to smile. I was about to say something else, when Isaac's voice sounded from the back of the room. He had risen from the counter, his face flushed and his hair messed up. "Where is she? Where's the girl?" He asked. We all gave each other the same confused looks. "What girl?" Derek asked.