𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀, 𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦

ⅫⅠ - 𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚

[02.01]

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    IT HAD BEEN TWO long nights in the hospital, and Ariella was losing her mind. Stiles had stayed there the whole time, Lydia had woken up and Ariella felt fine, for the most part. Luckily, the cuts didn't get infected but the nurses, more specifically Melissa and Izobel, wanted to keep her there for the weekend so they could keep an eye out on her.

   She appreciated it, really, she did, but she was restricted to so much. Every time she tried to get up, someone was stopping her, whether that was Stiles, Jess, or a nurse, someone always stopped. All she wanted to do was get up and move, but everyone was making it impossible. 

   When Ariella wanted to go see Lydia, Stiles had brought a wheelchair, and after a small argument, Ariella finally sat in the chair and Stiles pushed her to Lydia's room. Ariella felt like a child who was constantly under surveillance. She wanted to go home, be in her bed and watching movies. 

   Izobel had brought Lucas to visit her as well. Ariella was supposed to watch Lucas over the weekend since Izobel worked both nights, but Jess ended up having to watch him instead since, you know, Ariella was in the hospital. Izobel didn't tell Lucas exactly what happened, and even then, Izobel didn't know the full story.

  As far as most people knew, Kate Argent and Dean Gilbert had attacked the seventeen year-old girl, leaving her on the sidewalk where Jess had found here. If that wasn't already enough, people were giving Ariella and Allison a mouthful about their family members involvement in the Hale fire. 

   As much as it was rightfully deserved, Ariella couldn't help but feel guilty even though Derek never blamed her in the first place. Why would he? Ariella had no involvement, it was all her dad, but words carry on, and gossip spreads easily. There had been a couple people who would walk past her room and point at her with judgmental looks on their faces, and in response, Ariella would flip them off.

   "Hey, I'm going to the vending machine, want anything?" Stiles asked the girl, leaning against the doorframe of her hospital room. "Can I come with?" Ariella asked hopefully, already knowing what Stiles was going to say as he shook his head no. "Fine, can I have a Hershey's bar please?" Ariella sighed, Stiles nodded before leaving her alone once again. 

  Ariella was clicking through the channels on the TV when a loud scream ran through the hospital. The girl quickly got up, grabbed her IV stand and walked into the hall to see everyone surrounding Lydia's room. 

   "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Melissa asked the girl with her hands on her hips as she walked out of Lydia's room. "What was that? Is Lydia okay?" Ariella asked, ignoring the older woman's question while Stiles walked out behind Melissa. "She's missing," Stiles said, Melissa smacked his shoulder causing him to look at her confused. 

   "You do realize that she's going to want to stay out of bed now, right?" Melissa questioned Stiles who just shrugged. "It's been hard to keep her in bed," Stiles grumbled before walking past Melissa to Ariella. He grabbed her shoulders and lightly pushed her back into her room.

  "No, Stiles, let me come help you look," Ariella pleaded, stopping in her tracks and turning to face the boy. "No," Stiles spoke, going to turn around but Ariella caught his wrist. "Please, I'm going to go crazy in here." Ariella said, and it looked like Stiles was thinking about it for a second before he pried Ariella's hand off his wrist and left the room.

  "Asshole," 

  Only a couple of minutes had passed before she saw Stiles walk past her room and go into Lydia's. Ariella wasn't stupid, she knew Stiles had called Scott to help him look for her, and Ariella was going to come with, whether they liked it or not.