It's like I'm living in a foggy dreamland when I sleep. Whatever cyanide-supernatural stuff this is that's running through my system is making me go slightly nuts. I sleep, I wake, I drink, I talk to Stiles then I sleep again. The process goes on all day, and by time I realize I haven't asked about saving my life, I fall back to sleep. Although I don't think it's as late as I think it is, time gets messier when you sleep. And when you're dying.

Getting up to pee every hour is really testing my patience. I think I've had seven bottle of water, and it feels like I've drank Niagara Falls. Not to mention the amount of times Stiles runs his hand through his hair, or bites his knuckles. He's so obviously stressed and is trying to keep me at bay.

"Stiles," I say, he's reading something on his laptop in deep concentration but if he wants to keep me alive he's going to have to start talking. I will die of boredom before the cyanide kills me.

"Everything alright?" He asks, his voice showing hints of worry but his mind is somewhere else, he doesn't even look up. Anyway, what a question to ask when I'm in hospital because I'm on deaths door.

"No." I say, which isn't a lie, my mouth feels like sand paper and I'm feeling spaced out, but also because he's onto something and isn't telling me.

He looks up at me, his eyes visibly strained. "Why, what's the matter?"

"You're not telling me what you're doing..." I say, it sounds pathetic when it leaves my mouth, but it's bugging me keep waking up to the sight of him in this state.

"What do you mean? You know what I'm doing, I'm sat right here." He tells me, a look of confusion on his face. I roll my eyes in a huff and turn away from him, pulling the sheets up around me and the flimsy hospital gown they dressed me in. I hear him sigh and put his laptop on the side. "Budge up."

I obey to his order and move up as much as I can to the other side of the bed and Stiles climbs in after kicking his shoes off. It feels like such a long time since we've been in bed together, when in reality it has only been a night, but then I've had a lot of naps since then and now. His body is warm when he allows himself to come down clumsily on the bed, jolting me slightly. I didn't realize how cold I was until he joined me, his strong muscly arms dusted with dark brown hair hooking around my body and pulling me into him. Somehow the physical contact is making me feel a little better.

"Have you found anything new?" I ask him after a few minutes of silence between us. I had to be the one to speak otherwise he would've lead here with me until I fell back asleep.

"No," He tells me, his voice a grunt of defeat, "That's the problem."

"So you're stressing about not finding anything out?" I ask, a little in awe. He squints his eyes and half nods, that's his 'Well it's kinda nothing but also something' face. "See you aren't telling me anything!"

He sighs and I try to turn around in his arms but he holds me still and pulls me in a little closer. "Lyds-"

"No, Stiles I may be pretty useless, and pretty much dead at this point but I still want to be kept in the loop of things." I cry, my tears stinging my eyes and my chin wobbling. Stiles' hand cups my cheek, and forces my eyes to look at his. His hand comforting and rough.

"Shh... It's not that, I just don't want you to worry." I tells me his voice low and words soft, "The thing is we worked out who Liz really is."

"Who she really is... what do you mean?"

"Well you know we worked out that she used different names that were all short for 'Elizabeth'?" He asks, I nod and he starts rubbing circular patterns into my cheek gently, "Well there's a woman on record of Elizabeth Winter and she had quite a few injuries in her time, but she miraculously healed from them all."

"So it's not going to be as easy as we think, killing her?" I ask, Stiles nods and I close my eyes for a few seconds trying to collect my thoughts together.

"Not if she can heal herself," He sighs, his eyes are tired and the crease in his forehead seems to be permanent. "So no, we haven't found anything new because we don't actually know how to kill her."

"Do you think it'll be in some sick, sadistic way?" I ask, fear lacing my words and creeping up my spine. Stiles grips me a little harder as if he's scared that it will be too.

"I hope not, even if she has caused all of this. I don't want to be the one who has to do it." Stiles says defiantly. I nod in understanding because who wants to be the one to take someone's life? He may of killed Donovon Donati but that was self-defense, and I know that haunts him everyday. Besides, he shouldn't have to take another if he's done it before.

"Who do you think will do it?" I ask because it's obvious it won't be either of us, and I doubt Scott will find it in him to do so.

"Derek, I'd say. Possibly Malia." He shrugs, but I can tell he's troubled by the thought. Perhaps thinking of the worse, either me or him dong it. I don't think we'd handle the guilt.

"Why don't we ring Deaton? He will probably know what we're dealing with." I say a little absently as I feel the familiar tug of sleep, but I ignore it and focus on Stiles and his words.

"That's not bad thinking, isn't he out of town?" He says, he reaches for his phone and texts Scott. I shrug my shoulders and then Stiles holds his phone in one hand as he holds me in the other.

"Do you think I have time to sleep before?" I half joke but I can't deny the feeling of heaviness behind my eyes and the ache in my limbs. Stiles nods and kisses my forehead, but I reach my lips up to his. I feel like we haven't had such a sweet, physical touch in such a long time. My breath is probably awful and my lips are dried out, but the way he stirs the same kind of love in my chest makes me think he doesn't even care.

"I'll wake you when we hear from Deaton." He tells me, about to release me from his grip but I hold onto him, stopping him from getting out of the bed.

"Wait- Can you lie with me, until I fall asleep?" I ask him, the ache of him set so deep in my heart it feels like a hole is being made. I feel the way I used to when I was eighteen and would wake up from nightmares and would ask Stiles to come over.

"Of course." He whispers and settles back down with me, I sleep the soundest I ever have with him next to me.

"Lydia, you have to wake up." It's Melissa's voice that wakes me, surprisingly not Stiles'. Then that's when I feel his arms still wrapped around me tightly, like he's providing me with life. He must've fell asleep too. There's part of me that doesn't wan to move, thinks that I should pretend I'm sleeping and allow this moment of bliss to last between me and Stiles; it could be our last after all.

I slowly peel my eyes open, and the room suddenly seems blindingly bright so I shut them again.

"Stiles." This time Melissa calls, he mumbles something- the way he always does when he's woken. Then he pushes his face into my hair and his open mouth is pressed against my neck. I sigh.

"Melissa can you turn the lights off? It's hurting my head."I whisper, not wanting to wake Stiles. I want him to get a good bit of sleep in, even if it means I have to leave him here. I hear her footsteps walk away and then a click of a light switch. I open my eyes again, finding the room more bearable now but still the ache in my head makes me feel queasy.

"We have some results back, and Scott's been doing some research, clearly without the help of Stiles." Melissa says light-heartedly, probably in an attempt to make me feel better. I smile and force myself to sit up, Stiles' arms begrudgingly loosens but still tight enough to hold me. This moment would be perfect if it weren't under such circumstances.

"Sorry, this was my fault. I made him get some rest with me." I say, almost embarrassed that she had to be the one to wake us. "Don't wake him, he hasn't slept."

"I think he might want to hear this." Melissa reprimands softly. I nod and nudge Stiles' arm, ignoring the tug in my stomach of sickness and the spin of my head.

"Stiles," I say, my voice croaky, "Wake up." I nudge him and he rolls over, smacking his head on the plastic bed frame, he swears under his breath and Melissa tries to cover her laugh with a cough. His eyes open and when he notices Melissa he shoots up, thinking that maybe she's caught us in the middle of something.

"We didn't- uh-" He begins but I smack him slightly on the leg with my head as a 'shut up she wasn't event thinking that' scold.

"She has results back for me." I tell him, my face a look of warning for him to start acting casual.

"We found traces of cyanide in your system, so we have a few medical things to see if we can get this out of your system." Melissa tells me. I try not to be scared by the way she says 'medical' but I can't help the fear that creeps up my spine and sets under my skin.

"What are you going to do?" I ask, my voice dry and a stone set deep in my stomach making me want to throw up. I try to ignore it.

"We'll have to pump your stomach..." She tells me, her voice is soft but it doesn't offer me any comfort. Every hair on my body is stood up and every nerve is on edge, flinching even when Stiles touches me.

"W-Why?" I ask, barely audible. The thought of having such a thing done, and I'll be aware what they're doing. Surely there has to be something else they could do, Melissa wouldn't let me go through that, would she?

"It's our safest bet, we need as much of it out of your system as possible." She tells me sympathetically, I pull my knees to my chest and hug them, leaning into Stiles for comfort. Ironically, the situation makes me want to throw up.

"What's the research Scott's been doing?" I ask, in hopes that it might make me feel better than hearing this.

"He found a way to clear your system, temporarily," Melissa informs us, Stiles' eyebrows raise in question and I'm intrigued, "It's something called the five herbs, they're all written in Celtic but I can translate them. They essentially get rid of supernatural toxins out of your body, while the toxins are supernatural the side effects aren't hence making it temporary so killing Liz will be the final key to making you all well again, Lydia."

I wave of relief floods me, I'm going to be okay. I've never been more thankful for Scott Mccall in my life. I owe him big time.

"So do I still need my stomach pumped?" I ask, hoping she'll say no if we get the herbs, but her face falls and so does my heart. Of course it wouldn't be that easy.

"Unfortunately, sweetheart. We'll do it right now to get it done with. We need to get as much of it out of your system as we can so that the herbs will work effectively and for longer." I nod and try to keep my face emotionless, but I think I fail when Stiles' puts an arm around my shoulders and pulls me in.

"Okay," I say quietly, every fiber in my body chanting no at the words coming out of my mouth, everything inside me is screaming run but I don't. I know I have to do this. "Let's get it over with."

"I'll get the equipment." She says and hurries off. There's an odd silence between me and Stiles, and I decide now is my chance to have an emotional breakdown before I have to be strong again.

"Don't cry," Stiles says, his words fierce but voice soft, "You're so strong, I know you can do this." I nod and feel the tears tumble out of my eyes and I bite my lip and wrap my arms around Stiles.

"I'm scared."

"Don't be, baby." He says, his voice a whisper in my ear, silencing everything in my head. I nod once again and hold onto him tightly, more scared of this than anything I've ever endured. "It'll be over before you know it."

"It's going to be horrible." I cry, I try not to feel sorry for myself, tell myself I could have it worse.

"It'll be over, we'll get you the herbs, we'll talk to Deaton then we'll kill this fucking witch." He tells me, I hear the anger lace his words and I allow myself a moment to admire his passion. His drive for me.

"Then what?"

"Then we'll get married," He says, his voice light and full of love, "We'll move out. Scott and Kira will have their baby. We'll have babies-"

"Promise me that." I say pulling back looking at him, realizing he's crying to, I wipe a tear away and he leans into my palm. Everything inside my chest is stirring adn making my pump heart faster.

"I promise." He nods, then slowly his lips peck mine and we don't move against one another's lips but just hold them. Our kiss is salty. He holds me in his arms until Melissa returns and then he's made to leave the room, whispering a final 'I love you' in my ear then leaving through the heavy, blue door. Then it's me and Melissa and the equipment.

"Everything is going to be alright." She says, then the next few minutes that ensue are hell.

I surprisingly feel refreshed after the 'treatment' despite my mouth being raw. Now Melissa has me downing three bottles of water before talking to sooth and lubricate my throat. I just want to see Stiles.

"Am I good to go?" I plead Melissa. My head's still fragile and apparently will be like that until I get some herbs in my system but for now I'm told to soldier through it, I shouldn't take any herbs until we're ready to fight Liz and maybe her witch cult so they last longer.

"Not really, no." Melissa sighs, but offers me a smile anyway, "But considering you're about to save a lot of lives, yes. You may go but should be back in a few hours for your checkup."

"Thank you." I nod, and get up and leave. My blouse-dress from the other day is wrinkled and I'm walking barefoot because the thought of high heels right now makes the room spin even faster. I ignore the shooting pains in my stomach, Melissa said that would last a few minutes. I walk down to the waiting room and despite not feeling all too well, and still having a toxin in my body, the thought of seeing Stiles is what's getting me through.

In a room full of people, I spot Stiles almost immediately sat next to Issac and Malia. He's got a concerned look on his face, Issac and Malia are comforting him from here. I almost want to cry. I walk closer, then as if they smell me, or hear an extra heartbeat in the room, Malia and Issac's head snap up in my direction and Malia jumps up and hugs me, her arms tight around my torso and squeezing me, making me almost pass out from pain.

"Malia- My stomach." I choke out, she immediately lets go and apologizes, cooing over me like a child but I let it pass as she was only excited, and it's nice to have such a physical touch after something like that.

"You look better." Issac tells me, I hug him lightly, just wanting to hold Stiles but being polite. After all, I'm not really safe until Liz is dead.

"Stiles," I say when Issac lets go, I run at him, throwing my arms around his neck and his arms going to my waist, lifting me off the ground slightly, being extra careful with my stomach. "I love you." I say into his hair, my hands stroking through it, his arms are warming my body up, already making me feel more alive. Providing me with energy to fight this all.

"You have no idea." He mutters back, a half laugh and a half sigh of relief, that I'm as best as I'm going to be for now. He sets me down gently, then leads us out to his jeep and takes us to Deaton's where we're meeting Kira, Scott, Liam, Hayden and Derek.

It doesn't take us long to get to the clinic, but I can feel the cyanide creep back into my veins, like it's warning me I don't have long at all, and being away from hospital isn't a good thing. The ringing of the door makes our presence known and I've never seen people more relived to see me okay and not that yellow anymore.

"We don't have long," Deaton tells us, his voice serious- not wasting any time. "These kind of witches are very dangerous, and powerful. I have to remind you that she has taken the power of multiple of banshees. That's why Lydia's so important in this."

My legs go a little weak at his words and I have to lean on Scott for support, I'm not strong enough to play apart in this. "What do I need to do?"

"You see, her strength is a banshee. Her weakness is also a banshee. Just because she's gained power from a banshee doesn't mean she is one but she is very a very powerful witch." He notifies us. I nod in understanding but still don't know where he's going with this.

"What's all this got to do with Lydia?" Scott asks from beside me, I straighten up slightly and try to regain my balance.

"She has to be the one to kill Liz." He deadpans, and I could think of a thousand things I would rather be doing than listening to this. I lean on Scott again. "Her scream will be so powerful to her, especially since she's a victim of Liz's and isn't dead yet. Her scream will essentially break her magic, and without her magic she dies."

"Seeming as my throat isn't feeling it's strongest after having my stomach pumped," I remind him,"How do you suggest I do this?"

"You just have to try, and wait until the moments right too." He simply shrugs. That's the thing with Deaton, he leaves it up to us all the time. "And remember, she thinks you're dead, Lydia. Use that to your advantage."

"Thanks, Doc." Scott says, so for the rest of the day we go back and forth between plans and theories about what we need to do to kill her, and how exactly we'll execute it. I'm out for a more than a few hours but Melissa accepts it and doesn't yell.

The last thing I say to Stiles before I fall asleep is, "I was the solution."