A/N: Hello again, babes! I just wanted to make it clear that this really has no set timeline in the show - if I had to say, it's probably late sophomore year for them. I know that doesn't make any sense, but I love all the characters and wanted to include them all, so I wasn't going to specify. I should've said this sooner, but I hope that clears it up for you guys! P.S. I will try to update sooner, I've been busy with school and life and haven't had downtime until now. Also, this was written on my phone, so excuse my mistakes and blame it on autocorrect instead, haha! Please favorite, follow, and review! xx
It took ten minutes to get to the hospital from Stiles' house. Ten minutes of pure silence. Ten minutes of peering over at Lydia making sure she was still awake and breathing. Ten minutes of panic on Stiles' part. It felt as if he couldn't drive fast enough and every few seconds Stiles would mentally curse himself out for waiting so long to take her. It was too dark in his room and he couldn't see her clearly, but Stiles thought that instinct should've set in immediately, but he wasn't thinking too fast on his feet after nights of depriving himself of sleep.
By the time the two pulled into the parking lot in front of the ER doors, Scott and Isaac were already waiting for the pair to arrive. Stiles groaned at the sight of Isaac; it wasn't that he disliked him or anything like that, but he asked for Scott, not other members of the pack. The two teenage boys ran to the passenger side of the car as soon as they saw Lydia through the windshield and as they opened the door to help her out, they both exchanged panicked looks with Stiles as they helped her out of the car and walked her to the door.
Immediately, Melissa was there to help out. She looked shocked, but Scott reminded her once more about all the supernatural creatures in town. There weren't just werewolves and banshees - it went a lot deeper than that. Melissa collected herself and took Lydia into a private room and left the boys to wait outside.
Stiles started pacing back and forth in the hallway outside of her door while Isaac and Scott took a seat on the ground. Scott sighed, "What happened, man?" He looked at Stiles with sympathy and his friend just shrugged at the answer.
"I don't know," he snapped. "I don't know. She keeps showing up at my window crying. This time was different, though. She had never been attacked like this before."
After what felt like forever, Melissa emerged from the girls' room and Stiles was right at her side the second she did. She placed her hand on the boys arm to assure him that Lydia was going to be alright, but Stiles urged her to speak up and tell them what was going on. "I found this," Melissa said as she pulled a small object from her pocket. She handed it over to Scott and he tried to analyze it, but he'd never seen such a thing before.
Scott squinted as he looked at the sharp object and shook his head. "Is this a claw?"
Isaac scratched his head. "If it is, it's definitely not from a wolf."
Scott looked over at his best friend who was fully worried about the girl inside the door behind them. Scott spoke in a soft voice, trying to calm the boy down a bit. "Stiles, I think we should call Deaton." Scott nodded his head and pulled out his phone. "You go see Lydia, and we'll take this to Deaton."
Stiles nodded once and headed down the hallway without a single word. Nothing else mattered right now, not even the fact that his dad was calling to yell at him for up and leaving in the middle of the night. "Dad," Stiles answered his phone and immediately braced himself to be scolded. After about thirty seconds, Stiles cut him off. "Dad, I'm fine. I'm at the hospital with Lydia. She got pretty beat up. We're not sure by what - or who - but I had to leave." He listened as Sheriff Stilinski went off on him for not waking him up, but they both knew that when Stiles had his mind set on Lydia, there was nothing else in the world that mattered. "I don't know if she's alright or not, but I'm at her door, alright? I gotta go." Without a goodbye, Stiles hung up and entered the boring, dim hospital room to spot his friend lying on an uncomfortable bed. "Lyds?" He whispered, not wanting to wake her up if she was asleep.
The girls eyes fluttered open, but it seemed as if her eyelids were too heavy to remain open. Stiles accepted the fact that they might've given get quite a few medications and sat down next to her on a chair and grabbed her hand. There was no way he was leaving her side, even if that meant staying up all night and skipping school tomorrow in order to make sure she was alright.