Livewire ⇢ Hayden Romero

;you are my cinema,

YOU ARE MY CINEMA,

A HOLLYWOOD TREASURE

Everything was in slow motion as a group of people, that included Paisley, piled into the Sheriff's station. She had been picked up on the way, no one spoke as their heartbeats were in their mouths. She quickly piled into the car (not even remembering who's car it was), and stumbled over a few people. All she knew was she had this cold feeling her sister and mother were in danger and that was all she needed to put on a pair of sweats and go. After calling Scott several times he finally picked up. Her tone was abrupt and somewhat rude as she spoke; "Come get me."

Paisley frantically looked around as she looked for any visible sign of her sister or mother. She tripped over her untied shoelaces a few times before Stiles took her hand and tugged her to an office, where Lydia lay on the floor, a pool of blood surrounding her. She simply stood there, mouth agape, much like Stiles and watched as Kira put pressure on the wound. Her sister was wide eyed, scared. And all Paisley could think to do was comfort her. As she went to step into the room, Theo quickly shoved her aside. He knelt down behind her and tied a belt above the wound to stop it from further bleeding. By the time her mom had found them, Paisley was stroking Lydia's hair in attempt to calm her down. "Oh God."

Paisley bit down on her lip in order to not break down. She knew she couldn't just break down in tears while Lydia was in this state. She couldn't. Everything from that point on was incomprehensible to Paisley. All she saw were mouths moving, panicked faces and soon a gurney where two strange men placed Lydia. Next thing she was in the back of an ambulance, the ringing in her ears still prominent.

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It's as if being in a hospital gave Paisley a rude awakening, and as she watched her mom speed walk next to a moving gurney, she took in a huge intake of air. All her senses kicked into full gear and she sprinted down the hall way and turned the corner to where they were bringing Lydia. Paisley finally caught up to them. Watching her mother calm Lydia down, calmed Paisley down. Lydia was the strongest person she knew, she would be fine. She was Lydia. Paisley subconsciously stroked Lydia's cheek, wiping away a few still tears.

"I'm gonna go wait across the hall." Natalie whispered, unsure of what else to say. "Okay, I'm gonna wait outside the doors."

"Mam you can't-"

"Can't what?" Paisley was aggravated, her arms crossed over her chest and if looks could kill, everyone within a ten mile radius would be dead. The nurses sighed as they kept walking, eventually rolling Lydia into a room. The doors closed on the tip of Paisley's nose and she scrunched up her face and sighed, before backing away and observing what was going on.

"Paisley I don't think you wanna watch this sweetheart." She heard Melissa McCall speak, her voice didn't even startle her. Paisley didn't reply and Melissa took that as her cue to walk in and prepare Lydia and herself for surgery.

All of a sudden Paisley began to hear an odd noise, almost like a mechanical cricket. She frantically looked around, she rubbed her arms as the sound gave her chills. When her eyes found her way back into the room she let out a shriek. A shriek so loud the doors rattled and the walls began to crack. She watched as three masked figures wearing detailed coats began to operate on her sister. Wires and tubes protruded from several ends of their metal masks.