Into the Wreckage ▸ Scott McCall (3)

xxiv. PARASOMNIA

xxiv. PARASOMNIA

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When Foster lead Tracy out to the courtyard, they had run into Lydia Martin. When Lydia noticed that Foster was walking alongside a rather shaken up Tracy Stewart, she had pulled Foster to the other side of the courtyard. Tracy still waited for Foster, seeing that the girl promised to take her home if need be. Foster wasn't sure what was going on with Tracy, but if she was dealing with something mentally - like an anxiety attack - then she should take the rest of the day off and try to relax. These problems need to be treated the same way physical ones were. Sending Tracy back to class would be like asking someone with a torn ACL to run a mile. 

"She was in my mom's office earlier," Lydia had explained, and Foster nodded, knowing that Natalia Martin was school's counselor. If Tracy was in there, it meant that whatever was happening in the hallway earlier must have been more serious than Foster realized. "My mom said she's dealing with parasomnia."

Foster's brows knitted together in confusion, the blonde clarifying, "Like night terrors?"

"Exactly like night terrors," Lydia confirmed, glancing across the courtyard at Tracy through the corner of her eye. Lowering her voice, Lydia continued, "She uh - she threw up black blood."

Foster's eyes widened, thinking back to the way Gerard currently bled the black blood everywhere. Every time Foster had encountered black blood, it always had to do with the supernatural. Every single time. "That's concerning."

"It wasn't just that," Lydia said, and Foster raised a brow. What else could there possibly have been? "There were feathers in it."

Taken aback, Foster reiterated, "Feathers? How the hell did she get feathers in her system?"

"I don't know," Lydia explained, shaking her head lightly. "But I told my mom I'd take her home, but it looks like you already have that taken care of. Either way, I'm going with you so. The thing is, is that I was told to get her professional help, and it's just that - well, her nightmare involved her sealed up skylight being opened, and someone outside."

Foster stared at Lydia blankly for a moment, voicing, "I don't know what I'm supposed to do about that."

Lydia simply grinned, musing, "Well, clearly the black blood isn't normal, but we know a professional who can check her house. Make sure no one actually did break in."

Foster watched as a smirk snuck its way onto Lydia's lips, and almost immediately, Foster knew exactly what it was Lydia wanted her to do. Foster's heart clenched, and her cheeks had immediately flushed into a deep crimson color. Lydia was one of the few people Foster actually talked about Parrish to. Her, and Kira and Malia. It would have been kind of awkward talking about Foster was developing a crush on Parrish to Stiles or Liam. And most definitely Scott.  Foster didn't really know what was going on there. All she knew was that they spent a majority of the summer together searching through the Bestiary, and in that time, Foster had some feelings toward him develop. 

He had been nothing but kind to her, and was one of the few people she felt comfortable talking to about everything that had happened with Peter. He, her father, and Isaac were the only ones Foster felt safe talking to about it. Not only that, but Parrish was just an all around good person. Foster felt safe whenever she went to his apartment to search through the Bestiary, and many times, their search ended with them watching Criminal Minds instead. 

So, yes, she liked spending time with him. But there was no way in hell he felt the same about her. While she may have been eighteen, she was still in high school. There was no chance that Parrish would ever reciprocate her small crush.