Aftermath

Chapter 3

Third Person's P.O.V

A half sleeping Stiles lays sprawled out on two of the hospitals waiting room chairs. A small bouquet of balloons lay near his head as he murmurs and giggles in his sleep. Lydia's room is just a door or two down. Melissa McCall stands leaning against a door watching Stiles just as Mr. Martin walks up to see him lying there. He points and looks at the nurse beside him in question.

"Has he been here all night?"

"Oh, he's been here all weekend." Melissa answers with a slight smile. Mr. Martin only nods before stepping past Stiles and into his daughters hospital room.

Lydia sits up on the edge of her bed with the same emotionless, selfish expression on her face when her father walks in. A young nurse wearing blue scrubs leaves just before the door closes leaving the two a bit of silence. She doesn't move her eyes from her bedsheets until Mr. Martin decides to talk to her. But just like her mother, they don't.

"I'm gonna take a shower." Lydia states hopping off the bed and walking towards the joined bathroom.

"Do you need any help?"

"I can wash myself, Dad." She says before turning her back on him. "I've taken care of myself this much, haven't I?" She whispers so lowly that no one human could hear her.

The warm water starts to spray out of the showerhead and Lydia undoes the single knot keeping her hospital gown on. It falls gracefully to the ground before Lydia steps out of it and gets into the shower. She winces a tiny bit when the water hits her new battle wound on her side. It looked just like the one that was on Brooke's right side. Just above the hip and definitely leaving a scar to always be reminded that they weren't strong enough.

As the water cleans through Lydia's strawberry blonde hair she closes her eyes and runs her fingers through it and turns up the heat a little. Just outside her room and down the hall is a vending machine filled with candy and other goodies, but Stiles only has his eyes on the Reese's bar.

"Mmmmm." He hums while searching for money in his pockets. Stiles puts in all the money he has and presses the number combo for his snack. He watches patiently for his Reese's to fall down. . . but it doesn't and it sticks right where its supposed to.

"What?" Stiles mutters to himself and hits the glass with his palm softly. The bar doesn't move and he starts to get angry, so Stiles starts hitting the machine out of his inner rage. "Ah, come on. Seriously?" Stiles gets louder then looks around him at a nurse watching him. She simply shakes her head and moves on, he sighs furiously.

Back in the hospital bathroom Lydia starts to become aware of the water being plugged up in her shower. Obliviously, she ignores it for now and continues to clean herself. . . until she pears down by her feet to see the dirty water. Almost black. Lydia very carefully reaches down to see what;s clogging the drain and she pulls out a huge chunk of hair, strawberry blonde hair. She begins to freak out and she continues to pull out more and more hair from the tub.

The vending machine falls towards Stiles and he jumps out of the way before it collides with the tiled floor. He watches people gather around so he walks away slowly. He comes to a halt when a loud piercing scream fills his ears.

"Lydia. . .?" 

Before anyone can open the bathroom door Lydia has jumped out the window, naked and bare into the extremely cold night. Mr. Martin goes through the bathroom door after the scream and no answer from his daughter, but only to see the open window. Also the clean running water in her shower. No dirt. No hair. No Lydia.

"I need to put out an APB on Lydia Martin, but I'm gonna need a better description of her." Sheriff Stilinski says.

"Well she has light brown hair a-" Melissa starts but Stiles comes up and interferes with the conversation.