The Banshee and the Beta ➼ TEEN WOLF

Chapter 25 - Missing Girl

Lexie 

After the eventful formal Friday night, I haven't left the hospital. Of course except for the point where I joined Stiles and Jackson in attacking the Alpha with the Molotov cocktails I concocted. It was that and Allison's archery skills that took Peter down long enough for Derek to slit his throat and in turn become the Alpha. 

Over the weekend, we realized Lydia wasn't heling as fast as Scott and Sabrina did, which means she's not turning into a werewolf, but she's also not dying either. Strangely, no one has an answer to this, not Derek or Scott or Deaton. None of them understand why she's survived but not turned into a werewolf. I don't let my mind wander to that thought too often, since I'm just glad she's alive, I don't care why. 

Since I've been here all weekend, so has Stiles, which meant that neither of us have gotten a lot of sleep. So right now, I was taking a small nap, Lydia was supposed to be discharged soon, so I was somewhat ready to go home. My dad arrived Saturday night, but my mom was still away. That whole day I had never felt more alone, but I was just glad I had Stiles by my side.

I had my head against his shoulder, the both of us passed out in some of the most uncomfortable hospital, waiting room chairs. I felt safe and even though it wasn't that peaceful because he was mumbling some weird things in his sleep, it still made me smile. When my droopy eyes started opening, I spotted my dad talking to Mrs. McCall, they were just stood outside Lydia's hospital room, staring at us.

I couldn't tell why until I sat up and looked across at Stiles. His head was unbelievably far back and touching the wall, which meant his mouth was wide open and I even spotted some slight drool dripping down his chin. Oh, Stiles. He also had a 'Get Well Soon' balloon tied to his wrist. He brought that in yesterday, which means he's been carrying it around all night. And even though I had to admit to the fact that he looked like a complete wreck, I just smiled, it's like just looking at him lit up my entire body.

Stepping away from Stiles, it jerked him awake, his head spun around in all different directions, looking around in shock until he caught sight of me. Then he settled, took a deep breath and stood up so he was in front of me. "Did we fall asleep?" he dragged his hand over the top of his head, ruffling his slightly non-existent amount of hair. 

"You definitely did." I smirked before thinking back to what he was muttering in his sleep. "You were saying some really questionable things,"

"You heard that?" his eyes widened visibly and I knew he was slightly embarrassed at what I heard, he was also eyeing the vending machine across the hall. He probably hasn't eaten in days, because neither have I.

"Stiles I had my head against your shoulder. You were practically whispering it in my ear, I couldn't stop hearing it," it made me laugh, because I remember when I stirred slightly, able to hear everything around me, and all I heard was Stiles giggling Lydia's name. It was very funny and I'm not gonna stop making fun of him for it. 

"Oh god," he pulled his hands over his face, partially because of the crippling fatigue he was facing but also because he felt humiliated.

"Yeah, who's the dirty girl now?" I joked, taking his words and using them against him. He let out a chuckle and brushed past me, hunting out some food to fill his empty stomach. 

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I sat on the end of Lydia's unmade bed, she had woken up mere minutes before I did and had gone straight to the bathroom to take a shower. If it was me, I would wait to have one at home, the pressure of the water here is so poor and also, the drains are so untended to and therefore are filled with endless strands of patient's hair. I told you it was gross.