Previously:
"You can be the hero this time." She whispered to herself. She couldn't save Allison and she couldn't' save any of the people she screamed for. But that could change, Lydia's scream could be a warning instead of the sound of a funeral. Lydia Martin dove into the water.
July 11th 9 45 pm
The water shocked Lydia, she expected it to be cold. She didn't expect it to be like liquid ice. Lydia opened her eyes, she thought that might hurt but it didn't. The water was surprisingly light, she could see clearly. Andrea's car had fallen maybe 15 feet in front of Lydia, she swam back up for air moving herself over to the car. Lydia's teeth started to chatter, her feet and hands were going numb. The cold must have something to do with Andrea because this shouldn't be happening, and she couldn't stay in this water much longer. Lydia dove down again. She swam down to the door, she saw Andrea through the window, her eyes shut, mouth slightly open. Lydia didn't know if she could save her. Humans are only supposed to be able to go for 3 minutes without oxygen. Lydia prayed the door wasn't locked, she tried it. It was. Lydia went back up for air, starting to panic. She kicked the side of the car, she didn't feel the pain it should have caused.
"Shit!" she screamed and dove back down this time to the bottom of the river.
Lydia picked up a rock, if his didn't work nothing would. She couldn't kick the window in, not without a sharp edge. This would have to do. She pulled herself to the window, using one hand to brace herself against the car, she used the other to slam the rock against the window. The first time nothing happened, Lydia tried again, the window chipped, then again it start to crack, a third time the window looked like a spider wed, Lydia shut her eyes and slammed the rock into the window. It shattered, the glass floating inside the car. Lydia needed air, she pushed herself back to the surface gasped and dove back down. She grabbed Andy, relishing in the fact that her seatbelt wasn't on. One less obstacle. Andrea was heavier then Lydia had expected, Lydia hooked her arms around Andy's chest and kicked to the surface, she gasped, struggling to keep Andy's head above water. But the other girl didn't do anything. She stayed limp in Lydia's arms. Lydia fought her way to the shore dragging Andy up next to her. She heard sirens, her call had worked an ambulance was coming. Lydia situated herself kneeling over Andy and started CPR. Every time she did a compression more water came up from her lungs. Lydia was shivering, her lips had taken a blue tint. There were tiny cuts all over her arms and hands from the glass, the same ones Andy. Lydia blinked as black dots started to fill her vision, she took a deep breathe trying to stay conscious. How had it been so cold? She heard the ambulance stop at the bridge, Lydia screamed. She heard voices, people running. Lydia shut her eyes. It was so cold, she was so tired.
Lydia woke up in an ambulance, several paramedics at her side, there was an IV in her arm
"What's? Andy… What's going on?" the woman next to her rubbed Lydia's hand
"You're gonna be fine. Ok? What's your name?" Lydia tried to shake the fogginess form her head, everything seemed like a haze. She hadn't felt like this since after Peter attacked her at homecoming.
"Lydia. Lydia Martin." She answered, the woman nodded.
"Lydia, can you tell me what happened?" Lydia frowned
"Andy? What happened to Andy?" The other woman turned to a different paramedic
"What's happening to the other girl?" The other one, a man by the sound of his voice adjusted Lydia's IV
"I'm not sure, I don't think it's going well. She needs to get to a hospital. They think she was out of oxygen for at least 10 minutes."
'10 minutes?' Lydia thought, she thought she got there faster, everything seemed so fast. But it had taken at least a couple minutes for Lydia to actually get Andrea out of the car, much less to shore. The man went to Lydia's other side.
"Can you tell us what happened? You're on the way to the hospital right now and you're gonna spend the night but you're okay? No permanent damage."
Lydia sat up, the woman shook her head "Lie back down. The water was cold, right out of a spring."
Lydia nodded, that must have been why it was so cold.
"Umm, we were driving out of town, we were gonna spend the night in a hotel a town over. She went ahead. She must have lost control. I called 911 then I went in after her."
The woman nodded "That was incredibly brave of you, but you should have waited for us, you put yourself in serious harm."
Lydia glared at the paramedic "I knew that when I jumped in, but I wasn't going to let her die."
The paramedics returned to fiddling with various instruments. The man picked up the radio receiver.
"They're rushing her into surgery once they get to the hospital. She has several broken ribs, she's still unconscious. But she's breathing again, but she keeps coughing up blood. Do we have a name?"
The male paramedic nodded "We think Andy, I'm guessing that's short for something? We have Lydia Martin, inform her family." The man on the other end of the line muttered something Lydia couldn't make out before hanging up.
"We'll be at the hospital soon, okay Lydia?" Lydia nodded, wondering how in the hell she was going to explain this to her mother. Who damn well knew Lydia was not going anywhere with anyone.
"Wait, my phone? Where's my phone?" the woman pulled it out of her pocket
"I thought you might want it. But you can't make any calls now. Its protocol, as soon as we get you into a patient room, you can."
Lydia glowered at both of them.
Stiles had called everyone, they met him at the loft.
"What did she say, exactly?" Kira asked
"She essentially said that the curse is tied to her life and power, so if she dies then it stays in place forever."
Scott frowned "But if she gets her power back the curse is lifted?"
Stiles shrugged "I guess. With her blood she said something about her blood or her bloodline. I guess her power follows her bloodline? I have no idea, I was focussing more on trying to get her not to drive off a bridge!"
Stiles yelled, he leaned against the table rubbing his hands over his face.
"And you have no idea where she went? Where they went?" Liam asked. Stiles shook his head
"And Lydia isn't answering any of us."
"Call your dad." Malia offered. Stiles shook his head again, it's seemed that was all her was doing.
"If something happened involving Lydia he'd call me, or at least one of us."
Just as he finished he and Scott's phones rang. Scott picked up first
"Mom?!"
"Scott! Lydia and Andrea are here, they're taking her into surgery. They don't think she's gonna make it. Scott, they said she lost control and drove off a bridge."
Scott glanced over at Stiles on the phone with his dad.
"Yeah something like that, we'll get to the hospital. Wait! What about Lydia?"
"She's fine, slightly hypothermic, she's spending the night just in case."
"Ok, mom, Love you on my way." Scott pulled the phone away from his ear
"Scott!"
"Yeah mom?"
"That want to induce a coma. They think she was deprived of oxygen for too long to survive, I tried to get a word in but… no one was listening."
"I'll be there soon." Scott said, hanging up on his mother. Slowly he slipped his phone back into his pocket. He turned to Stiles
"Surgerycomawe'vegottogo." Stiles muttered headed for the door, the others followed. Kira frowned
"How does a coma help anything, and what made her do this?" she asked
Stiles yanked the loft door open "I have no idea, I think she was being threatened. She said something about a very clear message form the coven." He stated running out of the loft, Scott close behind him.
Lydia sat cross legged, twiddling her thumbs on the hospital bed, listening to her mother question her. So far she hadn't had a problem keeping her mother out of the supernatural. Scott had this problem, Stiles did with his father. But the Sherriff and Melissa knew now, Kira's mother was a Kitsune, Mr. Tate left Malia be, simply ate breakfast and dinner with her, drove her places and told her he loves her. Liam would have issues with his parents soon enough, really Mason was his problem. But so far Natalie Martin had been oblivious, aside from the outbreak at the school and her mother's ashes she'd remained uninvolved. That would have to change.
"Well Lydia? I've been talking for the last 5 minutes and you haven't said a word! You've been distant for months! And I allowed it, I figured after Jackson leaving and Allison's death you'd be out of it. But this is ridiculous! Just because you're 18 now doesn't mean you can shut me out? And you never explained what happened at the lake house with my mother's ashes, how they weren't ashes. Explanation for all of this now."
Natalie demanded, Lydia stayed silent, staring at her hands. Bringing her mother into this would put her in danger, her father had left. Lydia didn't need her mother dead to. Natalie huffed
"Lydia the doctors say you're fine so there is no reason not to answer me! And don't pretend you don't know that I know about you constantly finding dead bodies. What is going on with you!?"
Lydia still didn't say anything. Natalie tried a different approach. Crouching in front of her daughter's bed, putting a hand on Lydia's knee.
"Lydia, you are always getting into these terrible situations. I'm your mother, I need to protect you."
Lydia lifted her head, looking her mother in the eyes "What if I said I'm trying to protect you."
Natalie stood back up "Lydia what are you talking about?! What have you gotten yourself into?!"
Lydia took a breath "Scott will explain it, so will the Sherriff and Melissa. But right now there dealing with something more important. I promise you will understand everything tomorrow."
"LYDIA?!" Natalie at this point wasn't bothering to hide her anger.
"Mom, trust me. Tomorrow!"
Natalie left the room shaking her head at her daughter.
Melissa normally wasn't part of surgery, unfortunately this time she was. Passing various instruments to the doctors. At first Melissa only knew she had broken ribs, not that the ribs had punctured a lung. But the doctors fixed it, that's their job. Once the surgery was over they wheeled Andrea into a privet room, across form Lydia's. Melissa placed an IV in her arm.
"Are you going to induce a coma?" she asked the Doctor stared at Andy
"I want you to organize a CT scan ASAP. Page me when she's in, she's young. She could still pull through, but we need to know if there's brain damage."
Melissa nodded, the doctor turned to leave the room.
"Oh, could you make sure that the Sherriff knows that she's in here. Her friends. They'll want to know she's alive."
He nodded and left the room.
Scott, Derek and Liam stood at the foot of Andy's bed while Stiles, Malia and Kira spoke to Lydia. The Sherriff talked with Melissa in the hall.
"So you're about to get her into a CT scan, and they're going to determine whether or not they are going to put her into a coma?" he clarified. Melissa nodded
"And she's not going to wake up before then, I've called Deaton. He's on his way. But I need to get her in the next 5 minutes and bring her down to get the scan."
"Deaton healed her before? After she became powerless?" he asked
Melissa nodded, the Sherriff sighed "And I still don't understand any of this. I mean she got here what? 5 days ago? This has happened so fast." Melissa approached the doorway into Andrea's room
"It always does though, doesn't it? And who knows how long a, threat has been building before she even got here." She said entering the room
"I need to take her down in the next couple of minutes."
Scott looked over at his mother "Did you call Deaton?"
She nodded "He should be here."
"Here he comes." Derek said, looking at the door. Deaton rushed in
"I take it I don't have very long?" Melissa shook her head in response. He rushed over to the IV and pulled a needle out of his pocket, injecting it into the IV. Stiles came into the room
"I caught Lydia up on why she drove off a bridge. Is that gonna fix her again?" Stiles pointed at the IV, green liquid flowing into her arm.
Deaton frowned "Maybe."
Stiles frowned "Nothing's happening, last time you could see all her veins and stuff."
Nothing happened to Andrea, Malia tilted her head "Is she supposed to wake up?"
Melissa checked her pager "I have to bring her down now, or else she won't get the scan."
Deaton checked Andrea's vitals. "It's not working." Stiles walked over to him
"What? Why not?" Deaton stepped away from the bed. The rest of the room was silent.
"I think her body's rejecting it because Andrea has made it clear she does not want to stay alive. Last time she was fighting to live, she's not anymore."
Scott sighed "She thinks she's protecting us?"
Stiles bit his thumbnail "Technically she is. I mean if she's dead really no one can do anything to Beacon County."
Melissa started to move Andy's bed "Wait Beacon County? Something's happening to the entire county?"
Scott nodded "I'll explain tomorrow, get her the scan."
Melissa looked shocked at she wheeled Andrea out of the room.
Derek looked over at Deaton "What do we do if the put her in a coma?"
Deaton picked up his bag "She's essentially human now, if she has brain damage and is rejecting supernatural treatment. It's up to doctors. And I don't think there's much we can do."
Stiles walked out of the room "I'm gonna sit with Lydia. She thinks she has to tell her mom about, everything."
Scott frowned, glancing back over at where Andy's bed was. This was out of his control now. He hated not having control.
Andrea lay comatose in the hospital room. Lydia lay asleep across the hallway. Tossing and turning, the rest of the pack had gone home. Except for Stiles and Scott, who lay asleep in the waiting room. Stiles sprawled across three chairs, Scott hunched over on the floor beneath him. Neither of them so much as twitched as a very large man in hospital scrubs walked past them. He walked into Andrea's room, Lydia kept tossing and turning in her bed. With every step the man took towards Andy Lydia grew more restless. As he grabbed her bed Lydia snapped awake sitting up. She peered through her window into Andy's room. She saw the man, she didn't recognize him and who was going to bother her? She's comatose. Lydia stood up, wincing at the cold floors on her feet. She crept across her room and out into the hallway as he wheeled Andrea out of her room.
"Hey, what are you doing? She's my friend." Lydia said, trying to shake the grogginess from her voice. The man frowned
"Lydia Martin? They warned me about you" Lydia opened her mouth to scream, but in the blink of an eye he brought his arm up slamming her in the temple. She collapsed, he grabbed her tossing her onto the gurney next to Andy. The last thing she saw was a pair of glowing blue eyes.
Longer update time but with Christmas approaching, like 3 days my life got hectic, so I might find time to update until the New Year. I apologize in advance if this proves true. Happy Holidays Everyone!
