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In the Dark Chapter 4
It had been almost an hour of reasoning and trying to figure out if Kate had been the one to send the Benefactor or if the pack had more trouble on the horizon.
"Nothing is matching up. Kate wouldn't have done this, she would have just killed him." Derek said, tiredly rubbing his face.
Scott was pacing the room and frankly it was making Kira sick. Lydia seemed to be too busy staring off in space to notice his erratic walking. Kira would move her eyes from Scott to Lydia occasionally, both of them worrying her immensely.
"Lydia?" Kira touched the banshee's arm who suddenly snapped out of whatever trance she had been stuck in.
"It's Stiles. He's having a nightmare," Lydia whispered, her eyebrows scrunching together. Scott immediately stopped pacing.
"We need to go then. I don't want him in there without me." Scott's was already halfway out of the loft with Lydia before turning around to see Kira still next to Derek.
"I'm going to keep putting pieces together. You two go ahead." Kira said with a grimace on her face. Scott nodded and left with his banshee friend.
After a rough motorcycle ride, Scott and Lydia finally reached the hospital. Once inside, they began to run towards Stiles' room ignoring the yells of nurses. Lydia grabbed the door handle and ripped it open. Malia was standing next to the bed, rubbing her hands on Stiles' sweaty scrunched up face. His body was squirming and his hands were tightly grasping his blankets. Lydia ran to his side, pushing the coyote out of the way in the process.
"I've been trying to wake him up for a while now. He won't stop freaking out." Malia told Scott who stood at the foot of the bed, watching Lydia curiously.
The banshee ran her fingers through sweaty hair before grabbing Stiles' shaking hands. She removed each finger from the tight hold he had on the blanket. She rubbed his hands with hers softly. After his hands became more lax she put hers on his face, careful to stay away from the bruises. His facial expression became more content and Scott could hear his breathing begin to calm.
"That's it, Stiles." Lydia encouraged him as she ran her fingers through his hair again.
Malia stood at the side with wide eyes and Scott finally confirmed his suspicions. Stiles and Lydia were connected with something more than just being eachother's anchors. There was something much larger and purer. They were eachother's soul mates. If only Stiles was awake to hear the news. He would be ecstatic. He'd probably pass out from excitement. Scott almost laughed, but then remembered where they were and what had happened to his best friend.
"Lydia?" Scott's head snapped in his best friend's direction so fast that his neck about broke. Stiles was squinting at the bright lights, but he was awake. Awake and alive. Nothing could have made Scott happier.
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