01; wake me up when it's all over
Scarlet awoke to a jolt, by nonetheless than Stiles. He was still snoring softly and murmuring incoherent mumbles, so he must've accidentally twitched, but it still angered the blonde.
She hadn't gotten much sleep. Not with everything going on.
Her twin was out and about, trying to figure things out with everyone. Her baby brother was out doing god-knows-what with their mom, and, worst of all, one of her best friends -the first one in a very long time, might I add, had been caught up in the crossfire, thanks to Peter.
She was just happy she got to watch him die. Of course, she wouldn't dare to tell anyone this, especially Alison, but she felt a slimmer of relief creep over her like a shadow.
She refused to leave until Lydia woke up, even if that meant staying the whole weekend here with Stilinski. Sometimes, she didn't mind being around him with his sarcastic wit and good one liners that made them alike in many aspects, but Scarlet couldn't stand the constant awkwardness that followed him like a lost puppy.
Speaking of lost puppies, Scarlet started to wander what was happening. Was her sister okay? Was Derek an official Alpha? Was Scott going to have to stay like that if she couldn't find a spell in a book her grandmother leant her?
Lydia's father sulked out of the room, carrying a stack of yellow folded towels. To a man, such as simple as himself, he wouldn't have cared if they were a tad scratchy or hard, so that was a signal to Scarlet that now was her turn to strike.
To give a half-assed attempt of waking the boy with armpit hair as stubble on his head, Scarlet jerked her chair in his direction, sending his head flying towards the other side of the uncomfortable seat.
Scarlet couldn't give two shits, though. She hurried to the door, where Lydia was slowly starting to move around, which sent Scarlet's heart in a rapid pounding motion.
Lydia's wound hadn't healed, they had all checked earlier, and Scott couldn't get any supernatural scent off of her at all. Now, the strawberry blonde was sulking around in a sweaty mess that Scarlet knew Lydia would despise.
"Hey," Scarlet started lightly, startling the injured girl.
"Scarlet," Lydia sighed in relief, her hand covering her heart. "I thought you were- you scared the shit out of me."
"Funny, I heard they didn't give you a colostomy bag, yet," Scarlet teased, sitting down in a chair in the hallow hospital room.
Scarlet had a thing with hospitals. This would be the first time ever being in here without being the one operated on. Even when they all came here for Scott to smell the body to see if it matches the one in the woods earlier in the year, Scarlet stayed put in the backseat of the baby blue jeep. Still, she cared for the girl in front of her, so she put an end to her silly blip of a heart rate and wommaned up.
Although, nothing ever comes good with hospitals.
Scarlet changed the subject and turned it into something less gross and more appealing to both girls; clothes. More specifically, Lydia's discharge outfit.
Without speaking more of the subject, it was clear to both of them what subject they were on. "I'm thinking something edgy, but nothing short of girly. Maybe that light pink cardigan that has those cute little studs on the shoulders, with those peach colored leggings, and maybe-"
