"Young love tends to be based on nothing but feelings. The couple has not yet faced and overcome a challenge or difficulty together. They are passionate about each other. They think about each other constantly and want to spend all their time"
Isaac...
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"So what the hell happened to her?!"
Angie's voice cut through the chaos as she rushed down the hallway with Scott and her mother, desperate to see Lydia after whatever incident had happened.
Scott had called her the second it happened — barely able to get the words out about the sheriff, about Lydia — and it only added to the storm of worries Angie had been carrying for days. But she kept telling herself she needed to stay calm. Whatever was coming, however bad it got, she had to hold it together if she wanted to help her friends.
So Angie did what she always did when everything felt like it was closing in: she took it one thing at a time. Right now, the only thing that mattered was checking on Lydia before jumping to conclusions or making any moves.
"You can't bring her here, the hospital's being evacuated—" a nurse started, but the words died in her throat as Angie rushed forward, immediately pulling Lydia into her arms as the girl was wheeled past on a gurney.
"I'll make sure she gets transferred with the others as soon as possible," Ava quickly reassured another nurse before hurrying to her daughter's side, trying to pry Angie away from Lydia. "Angie, let me check her over — then we'll get her in an ambulance with Cora. Come on."
"Are you okay?!" Angie demanded, reluctantly letting go of Lydia just long enough to scan her for injuries. All she could see were bruises — harsh, ugly marks against pale skin that made Angie's stomach twist. "Lydia... who did this?"
"You can walk and talk — just go with her," Ava urged, giving Angie a gentle but firm shove toward the gurney. Scott caught the signal immediately and moved in, helping to push Lydia down the hallway toward the room where Cora was still being kept.
Derek was inside with Cora, the only one who hadn't left. He looked up the second the door opened, eyes scanning their faces for answers neither of them had. All they knew were fragments. And somehow, deep down, they could sense Lydia was the key.
"I'll catch up when I'm back," Scott promised, already backing toward the door. "I have to go find Stiles. Call me if anything happens."
Angie nodded without looking at him, her focus locked on Lydia as she sat beside her.
"Are you okay? What happened?" she asked again, this time needing an actual answer.
"The lady... Ms. Blake," Lydia managed, her voice shaking. "I don't know what she is, but she said she was after you. And that I... that I was something. She kept saying she was going to hurt you if I didn't help her. And then I screamed..."
