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It was one small gasp for air. It was so quiet you could barely hear it, but Stiles heard it and his heart about jumped out of his chest.
"L-lydia? Oh my gosh."
She was alive. She had just been so still and lifeless two seconds ago in Stiles arms and now she had a pulse, a very slow pulse but all that matters was that she had one.
"Scott, a little help here! We gotta go fast." Scott ran over to Stiles as fast as he could and helped him get Lydia off the ground. As soon as he touched her skin he instantly felt the pain she was feeling, and tried to take as much of it away as Stiles and him carried her to the jeep with Derek following behind.
Once they all got to the jeep, Stiles jumped in the back with Lydia while both Derek and Scott sat up front. The car was immediately put in drive and they were on their way to Stiles house, Scott had already called his mom and Deaton, they were gonna need them both there when they brought Lydia home.
Stiles had the unconscious Lydia leaned up against his body, her head fit just right in between his shoulder and head. Even with his arm pulling her in as close as he could , her body was still freezing. He kept rubbing his hands up and down her arm and thigh to try and warm her up but it wasn't working.
"Scott s-she is so cold."
Scott kicked shifted the gear to get the jeep to go even faster, not just because Stiles was begging him to but because he could smell blood and lots of it. Stiles didn't even realize that his sleeve of his jacket was now soaked due to the injury to Lydia's head.
Once they pulled up to Stiles house Melissa ran out to the front yard to help the boys but she gasped at what she saw. Stiles was holding a limp Lydia in his arms, he was practically covered in blood now and he was running to the front door. She held the door open for him and Scott and Derek followed. "Put her on the table! I am going to need good light to see her head."
Melissa ushered the boys out of the way and to the living room to make sure she had space to work and help Lydia. The boys listened and walked to the living room with hesitation, especially Stiles. He felt so empty not having her in his arms, he felt so alone without being able to see her face and the fact that they didn't know if she was going to be okay made it even worse. He could do nothing but sit and look at the light coming from the kitchen, waiting for Melissa's shadow to appear to what he hoped would be to bring good news.
"Stiles. Stiles, hey you need to go clean yourself up." Stiles felt a hand on his shoulder, Scott's tight grip trying to be a sign of comfort. He immediately snapped out of his deep thoughts and looked up at Scott to see he was just as worried and anxious as he was, but he slowly got up and somehow ended up in the bathroom. All he could do was look at himself. There was blood smeared on his cheek and his entire right sleeve was a dark burgundy color. He didn't even recognize himself. The hangover was still in effect and after everything that had happened he was emotionally drained.
After he couldn't bare to look in the mirror any longer he began removing his bloody clothes, he was going to just grab some more and change and go out incase anything was going to happen but he knew Scott would come get him if anything changed so he decided to jump in the shower. As soon as the hot water hit his skin he felt immediate relief, his body had been so tense and he has used strength he didn't even know he had. He watched as the water went from a light red to clear as the blood and dirt washed off his body, but he knew even though he was clean he would always still be able to feel Lydia's blood on his skin.
Once he was out he put clean clothes on and walked back downstairs to the living room where Scott and Derek were sitting in the same spots they were when he left. They noticed him as soon as he entered the room and gave him small smiles as he made his way to the couch to sit. After a few minutes of silence , Stiles realized that Derek was there with them. Derek Hale the man he hadn't seen since he decided to stay in Mexico. He looked up at Derek with questioning eyes, "No offense but uh Derek what the hell are you doing here?"
Scott then turned to Derek as he was wondering the same thing. Derek sighed and looked up at the both of them, "Nice to see you too. I came because I knew something was wrong with Lydia, I began hearing her screams. Everywhere I went I kept hearing her so I called Deaton and he filled me in, so I came back and I guess I came back at the right time. I know a thing or two about mares."
Everyone was then reminded of what they had just went through and it got silent again. Scott nodded and placed his hand on Derek's back. "We are glad you are here, and thank you for helping us. We don't know what would have happened if you weren't there." Stiles was about to add to Scott's comment but he heard footsteps coming from the kitchen and he stood up.
Melissa walked in and began to remove her gloves which were covered in blood, Stiles gulped. "How is she?"
Melissa sighed and met Stiles eyes, "She is going to be okay, she suffered some major trauma to the head but I stopped the bleeding and stitched her up. She definitely has a concussion , and for some reason her body temperature is way below what it should be. She is so cold, so we will have to work on bringing it up but uh she is awake. And Stiles?" He looked up. "She is asking for you."
It was like he could breathe again, Lydia was okay and she was awake. Stiles couldn't wait any longer to see her, so he quickly nodded at Scott and walked past him to the kitchen.
When he walked in Lydia was still on the table where he had placed her earlier, but now she laid there with her eyes open looking at the ceiling. She must have sensed his presence because she turned and looked at him, and their eyes met. Her gorgeous green eyes that he loved, and dearly missed.
"Stiles?" Her voice was raspy and cracked a little bit but Stiles had never been more relieved to hear it. He rushed to her side and took her in. Her hair was still matted down with blood and the color seemed to have come back to her skin. He moved his hand to find hers and grasped it as tight as he could, interlocking their fingers. He never wanted to let go.
He then noticed that she was crying, and he began to worry again.
"I didn't break my promise. I didn't leave you."
Stiles couldn't even help himself from the little laugh that escaped his lips, this was definitely his Lydia. "No you didn't, but you scared the hell out of me. Never do that again please."
She looked up at him and couldn't help but let the tears flow, "I'm sorry, I didn't want you to get hurt. I was just-"
Stiles moved his hand to her cheek and ran his finger back and forth across trying to soothe her, she really was cold. "Shhh- Lydia I know." She smiled up at him as he wiped the tears from her face.
"I heard you." Stiles face showed confusion, he didn't know what Lydia was talking about but she continued. "When I was on the ground, I heard you screaming my name and then talking to me. I focused on your voice, that is what kept me going. I couldn't bare the thought of leaving you without telling you what I need to tell you."
Before Stiles could even process what he thought he just heard, Lydia had lifted her head and her lips met his. It was so gentle and sweet, Stiles didn't have to even think twice before he found himself kissing her back. He made sure to be gentle because of her head but he poured all of his love into this kiss, he needed her to know.
When Lydia leaned back and placed her head down on the table, she was out of breathe but smiling. Stiles could tell she was still in pain by the wince she let out as her head met the table, but this was the first time he had seen her smile in a long time and it made his heart race.
They both smiled at each other and looked into each others eyes, Stiles still holding her face in his hands.
"I love you Lydia."
"I love you too Stiles."
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Melissa had helped Lydia and took her to the bathroom to get her cleaned up and in the shower. Meanwhile Deaton had come over and was talking to the boys in the kitchen. They all sat around the table, "So she is okay?" Stiles shook his head, and brought his hands up and ran them through his hair. Scott chimed in, "So do we need to be worrying about the mare's friends coming?"
This was something that was on everyone's mind, they wanted it to be over with but they didn't know if Lydia had helped in bringing them here. "No not from what you are telling me, it seems Derek got there at the right time before Lydia was completely drained. She is alive now which means the process didn't go through, and she still has her powers." This was relief to everyone, they were so glad they could just have some peace and quiet for as long as it lasted, because they never knew when it came to the supernatural. "Derek how did you kill the mare?"
Derek then explained that he was with Peter at the time in North Carolina running with a new pack, and Peter had a run in with a mare before and knew about the knife that could kill them. That was how Derek knew to kill the mare.
"I never thought I would say this but thank gosh for Peter." Stiles made a surprised expression that had everyone chuckling. The exhaustion was beginning to hit and Deaton could tell they needed their rest. "Well look, I am glad everyone is okay. You are going to need to keep an eye on Lydia, her body is still trying to replenish itself after what happened, this can result in fevers and sweating. You need to keep her body temperature warm. I am going to head out, goodnight boys." With that Deaton headed out the front door with a few words to Melissa.
Melissa was setting up a bed on the couch for Lydia, she needed to be watched just incase anything happened. She had set a bowl of cold water with a wash cloth to the side knowing it would be needed throughout the night.
Stiles told Scott to take his bed, and Derek decided to head out for the night going God knows where. Stiles wanted to stay with Lydia downstairs and he told Melissa that he would take care of her and watch her. Melissa agreed, "Okay, if you need anything or if something happens your father is letting me stay in the spare bedroom upstairs. Just call for me." She kissed his forehead and headed up the stairs passing Lydia.
Stiles noticed Lydia entering the room as soon as she walked in, he looked at her taking her in. She had thrown on an old pair of Stiles plaid pajama pants and one of his t-shirts that was too big for her. Her wet hair was combed and left down, her face was clean and looked tired. She looked beautiful, and Stiles couldn't help the smile that spread across his face.
He could tell she was still a bit out of it, because she almost lost her footing twice walking down the stairs. He quickly walked to her and helped her sit down on the couch. She immediately laid down and grabbed the blankets Melissa left for her and wrapped herself up in them. Stiles thought she was utterly adorable and loved seeing her get comfy. He wanted to lay down right beside her, but he knew she was still in pain and didn't want her to be uncomfortable.
After helping her get settled he decided he would sleep in the chair next to her to keep watch over her and make sure she was okay throughout the night. He turned and began walking toward the chair when a hand caught his and he looked down at Lydia with surprise.
"Come lay with me."
That was all he needed to hear, and he found himself sitting down next to her and sliding down under the blankets. She moved to lay her head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her small body, he moved his fingers up and down her arm in light motions until he heard her breathing even out and he knew she was asleep.
He could smell her fruity shampoo and it reminded him of something. Something he thought he would never be able to do after he saw Lydia fall to the ground.
He was getting to hold Lydia in his arms again.
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