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chapter twenty, the truth
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With Talulla's super strength, which she was still learning to manage, she found it quite easy to lift Lydia from the car and through to the Clinic, the adrenaline she was having at the moment probably helped her. As soon as she stepped through, Deaton was into action, "Get her on the table!"
Scott and Stiles were beside her, helping and making sure that Lydia made in on to the cold steel safely, no more harm added on. Lydia was groaning, the strain on her neck evident as she tried her hardest to hold back her screams.
"Hold her!" Deaton demanded as Lydia's groans grew into a small shriek. The whole room shook around them and Talulla swears they couldn't have gotten more frantic if they tried to.
"Doc, you gotta do something!"
"I will. But, right now, I need you guys to keep her still."
He pulled up a very large needle, and from beside her she felt Stiles grow even more uneasy, "What the hell is that?"
"Mistletoe."
"Mistletoe? She's got a freaking hole in her head!"
Talulla's eyes grew wide, "Stiles, this is no time to be stopping him! He's the genius here!"
