SIGHT || Teen Wolf (Stilinski)

11||Hide and Seek

Chapter 11

"So what's wrong with her?"

I cuddled further into Scott's chest, tightening my grip as I tried to fall asleep while standing up. I had been woken a few minutes ago and I was definitely not happy about it. However, I had latched onto Scott as a pillow and personal heater and haven't let go since.

"It seems that because she was connected with Derek for so long, the connection she has to him wasn't completely severed." The vet said. "We don't exactly know how long Peter made her stay in that state, but because she wasn't prepared for the leap in transition, it probably made the connection itself stronger than a regular connection would have been. This is most likely why she has all the blood but none of the wounds."

I felt Scott shift and moved along with him, trying to keep the same position. "What do you mean?"

"Because she went so quickly from barely understanding her abilities to using one of the most strenuous powers of an Empath, she is able to feel everything Derek feels in an amplified form, even when she isn't using the ability to its fullest potential. By what I can see, it went to the point where she received the same wounds and, consequently, the energy that comes with becoming an Alpha."

I opened my eyes with a tired, but wide, smile. "Being Alpha feels great."

"Why is it causing her to act like this, though? I doubt Derek is feeling the effects to this extent." Stiles asked.

"I'm not sure exactly," Deaton replied. "But it might have to do with her not being a werewolf. Because she physically would never be able to consume such power, her body is reacting in this way. It's trying to... burn it out, in a sense."

"For how long?"

I hummed lightly, my eyes still closed. "Forever."

"No, no. Not quite." Deaton said and I opened my eyes in annoyance. "I can't be completely sure how long it will take, but I'd put it at a maximum of a day or two. The connection should have faded away by then."

I detached myself from Scott and tried walking forward towards the vet, but stumbled into the metal table between us as the room began to spin. "Woah."

"Okay, I think we should get her to bed. Let's go, Phoebs."

They said their goodbyes to Deaton and guided me out to the Jeep, where I laid in the back and fell asleep with the roof spinning above me.

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A day and a half later I was back to normal. I had stayed at Stiles' house with the excuse that I needed time away from anything Lydia to cope. And some of that was true, but most of the time I was too looped up on Alpha juice to realize that my adopted sister was in the hospital fighting for her life.

When I did come back to reality, I immediately demanded Stiles to take me to the hospital where we have been staying for the weekend. Stiles had caught me up on everything that had happened― Allison finding out about everything, Peter killing Kate, Peter being burned alive, Derek becoming Alpha after killing Peter, and especially what had happened to me and why. I still couldn't believe it. I still didn't want to believe it, but somehow I just did. I was an Empath. I was a supernatural creature. And yet, no matter how frightening that was, sitting here, in the farthest seat from a fast asleep Stiles who was splayed across the entirety of three chairs with a balloon for Lydia tied on his wrist, I was even more terrified. Lydia was bitten. Now she either becomes something else, like me, or she dies.

Sadly, seeing as I was an avid sleepwalker, I was in no way, shape, or form able to sleep off my stress. Instead, I let Stiles sleep and stayed by his side, freaking out over how Lydia was doing. I was too scared to go in there and had even watched like a lost puppy as her father, who I had finally met half an hour ago, went in.