from ashes , isaac lahey (ON HOLD)

001 | runaway lydia

CHAPTER ONE : runaway lydia

( omega )

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WHEN SHANNON HEARS LYDIA'S scream, she's already half-packed. Most of her things have been stuffed into a little tote bag, the majority of what's left splayed out on top of the bed that she had called her own for the past weekend.

The doctors had called Shannon's recovery 'remarkable'. While she still limps when she walks and can't move around as fluidly as she could before the attack, the fact that she's walking at all only a mere three days later is incredible. Lydia, she had later found out, had got off easy in terms of how badly she was actually hurt. Shannon was the one battling severe blood loss and who needed stitches, while Lydia just got a few bandages ( although she did repeatedly go into shock, something Shannon was pretty happy she didn't have to deal with ).

Yet, Lydia's the one screaming, not Shannon.

Now dressed in a pair of dark mulberry sweatpants and a black tee, Shannon discards her hospital gown to the chair to her side, and her dad, who was in the middle of putting some girly magazine into the tote bag, quickly ceases his task. The Finstocks leave the small room together to investigate.

Three people have already burst into Lydia's room next door — Lydia's father, a nurse named Melissa ( the mother of one of Shannon's close friends — Scott ), and Stiles, who had been hanging around the halls of the hospital since the Saturday after the attacks for, what he called, moral support. Stiles pushes his way to the front of the group before Shannon has had her chance to limp her way over to the doorway, and by the time she gets there, the rest of them are already in the room's adjoining bathroom. She hovers in the doorway, her father behind her, as it goes totally silent.

Many, many minutes later, Shannon finds herself leaning against a wall, fingers fiddling with the adhesive on the edges of her bandages. Stiles stands across from her, uncharacteristically quiet, which makes the blonde marginally more nervous. Shannon's father had disappeared back into her room to stuff the last of her things in her bag, and in the meantime, the police that Melissa had called had arrived to begin an investigation.

Shannon realises very quickly that Stiles is only silent right now to eavesdrop on the conversation that the sheriff — his father — is having with Melissa and Lydia's dad.

The sheriff turns to one of his deputies. "All right, let's get an APB out on a sixteen-year-old redhead," he says. The man nods and exits the hallway, and the sheriff turns back to the two other adults. "Any other descriptors?"

Stiles bursts forward. "She's five foot three, green eyes, fair-skinned, and her hair's actually strawberry blonde," he rattles off. Shannon lets her head fall back against the wall with a light groan at his obviousness. Even before Shannon left Beacon Hills, Stiles had been harbouring a crush on Lydia, and it was no less obsessive now as it was eight years ago.