❝I'm overwhelmingly human. Sorry to disappoint.❞
Luna Flores hasn't had an easy life. And after moving to Beacon Hills, it isn't about to get any easier.
Forced to uproot her family's life in Arizona, Luna hopes to find respite in the unknown, quie...
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BEACON HILLS MEMORIAL HOSPITAL was cold and Luna Flores pulled her leather jacket close to her body due to the unexpected chill in the hallways.
She trailed behind Scott and Stiles, unfamiliar with the layout of this place compared to across town at St. Peter's where she brought her parents lunch. She watched several nurses in a variation of colored scrubs, but the most common being dusty blue, flit back and forth, a calm stroll to their steps that was rather nice to see in a hospital. In any case, it was much preferred over doctors and nurses running and screaming in a focused beeline walk of urgency — or panic.
The three of them stuck out like sore thumbs, wandering around aimlessly, unsure of exactly where to go to find the information they needed. Scott may have practically grown up here, but he'd never had to venture much further than his mother's designated works stations or waiting rooms. This was clearly much different and he urged his mind to think more critically.
Speaking of his mother, he was not certain he'd know what excuse to tell her if she found them lurking in places they definitely shouldn't be. He might leave the part of lying up to Stiles.
He smiled back at nurses who recognized him, anxiously avoiding small talk and any conversation that was less than absolutely necessary or that would keep them here for any longer than they had to be. The hospital itself was beginning to hurt his head, anyway. The noises, the bright lights that now seemed a million times brighter, the sounds. God, the sounds. He didn't like it.
Luna took the time to observe him out of the corner of her eye, watching his breathing shallow out. She reflexively lifted her arm and momentarily touched her hand against his back, a stretch since Stiles stood in between them none the wiser, the warmth of her hand spreading through him slightly. Scott looked at her as she kept up her pace and she gave him what could best be described as a panicked expression meant to be reassuring. Nonetheless, it eased the headache forming underneath his skull.
"Hey."
Stiles stopped Scott, catching him by the shoulder, his own steps stopping abruptly enough that it was a miracle Luna caught herself in time to prevent crashing into the back of his hoodie. He nodded his head over to a sign they nearly passed without second glance — a bad look for three kids attempting to solve a murder, if Luna was being honest— labeling the further directory of the hospital wings.
First read: ER/ADMISSIONS; then, the various labs; and lastly: MORGUE.
"Okay," Scott said plainly, a look on his face that didn't look particularly excited but signaled that he had already resigned to this fate.
He was certainly taking this a lot better than Luna would have, but she supposed that both of them had already seen a dead body themselves, on two separate occasions, so perhaps the prospect wasn't that terrifying as it originally appeared.
Once again, she couldn't believe that that was a sentence she could say so normally. Oh, just another dead body! No big deal. She wondered if God had already predestined her to Hell, but then she remembered the two boys on either side of her and changed her mind.
