"Lydia, wake up."
Lydia's eyes fluttered weakly. Her lips were dry. Her throat was dry. Her body had given up.
"Wake up, sleepy head."
Lydia tried to swallow and slowly sat up, her head throbbing and her arms shaking as they pushed her upper body up from the dirt. Looking around, she blinked as Stiles sat against the tree next to her, basking in the shade. "How long was I out for?"
"Fourteen hours, you little sleep monster." Stiles smirked.
Lydia exhaled before slowly getting herself into an upright position. Her voice croaked as she asked another question. "How...how long has it been now?"
"Thirteen days, Lyds." Stiles looked down at the thirsty ground. "How're you feeling?"
"Like I'm dying." Lydia replied matter-of-factly whilst rubbing her eyes.
"You tried your phone yet?" Stiles asked, squinting his eyes from a ray of sunshine.
"Yes; no luck. This island is abandoned. I've got no hope." Lydia mumbled.
"Don't say that." Stiles frowned.
"Hey, at least you've got us here to cheer you up." Scott's voice chirped from the other side of Lydia. He smiled at her comfortingly.
"That's true. I wouldn't want it any other way." Lydia smiled, splitting open her chapped lips. The pain was numb, she didn't care.
"Lydia, I'm going to call for a beauty therapist to come fix your face and nails. They look awful." Lydia's mother called out from ahead, walking away from the three with her phone held high in the air.
"Mom, don't bother, you won't get any..." Lydia called out after her before she disappeared through the trees. She let out a sigh. "Signal. She never listens."
"She's just looking out for you, Lydia." Kira smiled, walking out of the sunshine and into the shade. "It's very sweet."
"I know she means well, but the last thing I need is a manicure." Lydia rolled her eyes.
"Your mom's got a point, though." Malia stood in front of Lydia, folding her arms. "You look like shit."
Lydia chuckled, closing her eyes. "Thanks for the kind words, Malia."
"You can fight this, you know." Derek's voice was next. Lydia opened her eyes and studied the older were-wolf sitting next to Scott with a stern expression. "You can keep going, I know you can."
Lydia let her shoulders sag. "There's only so much the human body can take, Derek. I'm not like you."
"I know you're not. You don't have the ability to heal faster or have an amazing sense of smell. You're not a were-wolf." Derek stated.
"You're Lydia Martin."
Lydia looked up at the new voice.
Allison sat down in front of Lydia and smiled. "I don't think you realise how proud I am of you. You've keep yourself alive. You've been stubborn and positive and you've kept yourself going till the very end. That's the Lydia I know."
Lydia smiled and felt tears fill her eyes. "I can't keep going, Allison. It's physically impossible. My body will give up eventually."
Allison allowed a tear to fall down her face. "But that's okay. It's okay to let go. It's okay to face your fear. You have been so strong, Lydia."
Lydia sniffed.
"Maybe it's time to let go."
Allison's eyes bored into Lydia's, full of happiness and pride. She'd never looked so beautiful. She never liked seeing Lydia cry.
Lydia exhaled and brought her hands up to wipe her eyes, but when she'd let them rest again on her lap, Allison had disappeared. Stiles, Scott, Derek, they were all gone.
Her heart plummeted. Where did they all go? Why didn't they stay with her? She used the last of her strength to pull herself up and hobble out into the sunlight, desperate for them to return.
"Guys, don't go!"
Her weak and croaky voice echoed out through the trees, the desperation and heart break clear in her plea.
The sun was scorching down on her, but Lydia felt a cold chill wash over her. She'd never felt so alone in her entire life.