𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 ━━ LYDIA MARTIN

97

"HEY, YOU OKAY?" Stiles asked, looking at Scott as the four boys were on their way to find Lydia.

"Yeah," Scott nodded, "yeah, you don't have to worry about me."

"All right, I'm gonna say it—" Isaac spoke, "you look like you're dying. You're pale, thin, and you look like you're getting worse. And we're all sitting here thinking it. When we find the other you, is he gonna look like he's getting better?"

"What happens if he gets hurt?" Scott questioned earning a tired sigh from Stiles, "what do you mean, like if he dies, do I die? I don't care— just so long as no one else dies because of me."

"We're not gonna let you die," Reid muttered with a scoff which made Stiles look at him, "I'm gonna take your word for it." He glanced back at Scott, "I remember everything I did, Scott. I remember pushing that sword into you. I remember twisting it."

"It wasn't you."

"Yeah, but I remember it. You guys gotta promise me—" Stiles paused, "you can't let anyone else get hurt because of me."

The others stayed quiet and the jeep was filled with silence until Stiles finally pulled it to a stop once they've reached their destination. They all left the car and approached Allison and Kira who were there, waiting for them.

"We've done this before, guys," Scott spoke up, "a couple of weeks ago, we were standing around, just like this, and we saved Malia. Remember? That was a total stranger— this is Lydia."

"I'm here to save my best friend," Allison added earning a nod from Scott who glanced at Stiles and Reid, "we came to save ours."

"I just didn't feel like doing any homework," Isaac muttered before they all entered the place.

Reid, Scott and Stiles went another way, the two werewolves having found Lydia's scent so they were just following it.

"She's here," Reid muttered, feeling as if a weight has been removed off his chest. He pointed towards a direction before heading there, "this way. Come on."

Their steps haltered when they saw an Oni standing in front of them with his sword.

"You guys go look for her," Reid pushed Stiles and Scott away, "I'll deal with him and join you."

"Are you sure?" Scott shot him an unsure look but reluctantly walked away with Stiles when Reid nodded, telling him that he got this.

"That's weird," he muttered to the Oni even though he didn't know whether he could understand him or not. "Why are you here? Something's not right—" he was cut off when the oni swung his sword at him. But Reid was quick and managed to kick him in the chest, pushing him back a little before he grabbed the sword from him and stabbed him with it. The Oni disappeared into thin air again making him scoff. "This is annoying."

He twirled the sword in his hand and sighed, about to walk away when the Oni appeared in front of him and stabbed him in the stomach. Reid grunted in pain, rushing to pull the sword out. "Fuckin' amazing—" he was about to attack the Oni again but it disappeared once more.

Reid furrowed his brows in confusion, wondering what the hell that was. He lifted his black shirt and stared at the stab wound to find that it was already on the process of healing. Shrugging, he continued to follow Lydia's scent, stopping when he saw Scott and Stiles standing near a cell.

"Did you get rid of it?" Scott asked to which he nodded before he rushed towards the cell, relief flooding him once he saw Lydia. He was quick to break the lock, opening the metal door, cupping her face as he inspected her face then her body, looking for any injuries, "you okay?"

"No, no, I'm fine—" Lydia muttered, shaking her head, "why are you here?"

"Lydia, we're here for you—" Scott was interrupted by her, "— you weren't supposed to be here! You didn't get my message?"

"What?" Reid muttered, confused, "what the fuck is happening?"

She looked at him, fear and worry evident in her eyes, "who else is here? Who came with you? Who else is here?"

"Isaac, Kira, Allison—" Reid replied, stumbling on his words as he realised what was going to happen, "— everyone—"

"— You have to go there," she stared at him, scared, "please, you and Scott—"

"Yeah, okay." Reid nodded, stepping away from her. He looked at Stiles who stepped forward to help take her back while him and Scott rushed to where everyone else were.

They arrived there just in time to find an Oni burying its sword in Allison's stomach, earning a small gasp from her as blood spilled everywhere. Reid's and Scott's eyes widened before they found themselves running there, Scott catching her before she could fall on the ground.

"Shit," Reid muttered as he watched, knowing how hesrtbroke Lydia would be. Allison's her best friend, after all. "Shit," he rushed towards Scott and Allison, getting down on one knee beside them, "shit, okay— I— I think I can fix this— I think— fuck—" he looked around only to see that the Nogitsune and the Onis had left. 

"No, I can't— I can't take her pain..." Scott mumbled, looking down at Allison again, holding her hand, "I can't take your pain."

"It's because it doesn't hurt," Allison breathed out with a tired smile on her face.

"Oh my god," Scott looked like he was about to cry, he flickered his eyes to Reid who was staring at Allison's wound, "can't you do something? Please—"

"— I can try," his voice was unusually low. He wasn't sure if it was going to work, he's never healed anyone with a large wound like that one. "Okay," he muttered to himself under his breath before bringing his wrist up to his mouth, biting into it. As soon as blood began dripping down his hand, he placed it near Allison's mouth, "I know it's gross but if you wanna live—"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as Allison managed to pull his hand closer so she could drink his blood. Lydia had told her how he healed her with that and while she wasn't really expecting for it to work, she figured it was worth a try.

The others held their breaths as they watched until Reid pulled his hand away and looked back at her wound to find that it was slowly closing.

"Oh my god," Allison mumbled, bringing her hand on her stomach, "I— I don't feel anything. I feel okay."

"It's healing," Reid let out a small sigh of relief, his eyes falling on Chris who was on the verge of crying, "thank fucking god."

"Thank you," Allison shot him a grateful nod. He only managed to give her a smile in response, "it's all right. You need to get out of here though, go home."

Standing up, he dusted off his clothes and could barely register what was happening until he felt a bare of strong arms wrap themselves around him and a familiar voice speaking, "thank you."

"Oh," Reid cleared his throat, not expecting for Chris to hug him. He wasn't really the hugging type. Chris rolled his eyes even though Reid couldn't see when the werewolf slowly and awkwardly patted his back.

"You should probably know that—" Reid began once he broke the hug, "— you didn't kill my dad. I did it myself but thanks for the help." Then he walked away to find Lydia, leaving a confused Chris standing behind him.