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"Help! Get someone to help me, quick!" Parrish called out as they entered Beacon Hills's hospital. He carried Lydia bridal-style in his arms, her muscles having given out on the way from the car. Scott led the way inside while Darcy brought up the rear. The other two's movements were rushed but Darcy found herself lagging behind. A whole four months of terrifying memories had just come back to her- it was a lot to process.
Nurses rushed from the left side of the hall, pushing a gurney up to Parrish.
"I need help. I've got an 18-year-old female, potentially hypothermic," he said, laying Lydia down on the gurney. Her wide-open eyes still stared at nothing, seeing something they couldn't see. Her breaths were now gasps that scratched at her throat.
There wasn't much they could do to help Lydia now that she was in the nurse's hands, and Darcy had a hard time tearing her gaze away from the banshee. Scott's footsteps sounded behind her, heading to the elevator, and finally, she left Lydia behind to join him.
Once they'd stepped past the steel doors and pressed the 'Doors Close' button, they turned to look at Parrish. His eyes shined with worry, but he still nodded after them. The elevator doors closed between them and then it was just Darcy and Scott.
The two of them were on their way to see someone else who had gotten hurt over the night's festivities. While Darcy had been dying, Stiles's dad had been attacked. She wasn't sure how Scott had heard about it, but she didn't really care as long as they could save him. In the meantime, since she'd regained a few memories of her past, she was debating whether or not to tell Scott the entire truth of her life.
With this in mind, Darcy leaned back against the wall and sighed, while Scott pressed the button to the floor they wanted. He backed away from the panel, tugging his jacket back over the blood spot on his shirt. She wanted to ask why he wouldn't just zip up his jacket but kept silent. Given the look on his face, she figured he didn't have the energy to answer that question.
"Do you know what happened to her?" she asked instead, and realized, in hindsight, that that wasn't an easier question to answer.
Scott peeked an eye open from where he leaned against the wall. His face pinched together, and he only answered, "Theo."
Darcy curled his hands into tight fists and dug her nails into her palms so she wouldn't punch the elevator wall. Theo. She hated him.
But not just for what he'd done to Lydia.
There'd been a time when Darcy was a young, naive girl looking for connections wherever she could find them. At the age of fifteen, she'd fallen for the new boy in the class ahead of her, Theo Raeken. What she hadn't known then was that, because of a successful lung transplant when she was five, she was a candidate to become the world's second chimera.
Theo had betrayed her back then too, and she'd still fallen for his charm a second time. However, she couldn't entirely blame herself this time, given how her brain had erased an entire summer's worth of memories with the Dread Doctors. History had been rewritten but only to keep Darcy in the dark.
