CELESTIAL [M.T+I.L]

II

In which Malia visits Isaac and Scott cries.

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"He said oh, babygirl, yeah we're gonna be legends, I'm the king, you're the queen, and we'll stumble through heaven,"

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Malia sat down in The Chair. The chair beside Isaacs bed had become her chair. For the past few weeks, she had been visiting him every day, and giving him the news of the ongoing fight between the pack and the Oni.

Today had been a particularly bad day.

To make it worse, The Chair wasn't comfy. The nurse had taken away the only item of softness in the room, the small greying pillow. The Chair was now just a cold, blue, hard chair.

Malia wriggled. She might as well get comfortable for what she had to tell him. Visiting Isaac was like a cure for herself. For her grief and misunderstandings of normal life. And when she cried, she consoled herself. When Isaac woke up, he would help her.

Everything would be fine when Isaac woke up.

"So," she said. And then she was quiet for a moment, listening to the repetitive beeping of the heart monitor.

"So," she repeated. Malia swallowed, her throat dry.

"Sorry," she mumbled, glancing at the boy, who's eyes were scrunched up in pain. She quickly moved forwards, and seized his hand. Malia entangled their fingers, wincing slightly as her veins went black with his pain. Eventually, Isaac let out a small sigh of relief, his muscles slackening. Malia opened her eyes, and lowered her gaze to their hands. Then she sat back. And did not let go.

"We went to get Lydia today," she began.

"Void had her, in some weird place, i don't know. Everyone was super serious - Scott kept going on about how he was there to save Stiles, and Allison with Lydia. I just didn't feel like doing any homework." Malia snorted.

"Anyway, Kira's mom was there. She... she was in charge of the Oni. And then- i don't know how- they were under Void's control. I still don't understand, it just-" Malia broke off, and cleared her throat.

"Allison was fighting, like, really fighting. She was killing it. Some of the Oni kept stabbing Scott, they wouldn't stop, and it was pretty obvious that he was losing. And then of course, Allison saved him. Somehow, she managed to kill an Oni. Kill one! That was a small victory in itself. And then- and then there was another one, behind her. Just as she let herself have one triumphant smile, he moved forward with his sword and-" Malia's voice trembled.

She shook her head, and stroked the inside of Isaac's palm with her hand. Their hands still locked together, she wiped any emotion from her eyes from her eyes.

"Allison's dead, Isaac," she said flatly.

"I'm sorry."

Scott went home. He ate dinner. He changed clothes. He had a cold shower. And only then, when the world was asleep, did he let himself cry.

Lydia screamed. She screamed before she died, she knew. And then, she screamed loud and hard, as a banshee does, when someone they love dies.

Stiles did nothing. He went to Kiras house with her parents. He thought about dying. He thought about Allison.

Isaac lay, sleeping, but listening to every word that Malia had said. In his mind, he had laughed at times, and things that she had said. Deep down, he felt Allisons death. He had never loved her, but he had cared for her, and that hurt enough.

Malia sat, gripping Isaacs hand, sitting in The Chair, until visiting hours were over and once more she was escorted from the hospital room.

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This was hard to write bc of Allison; also in this book Allisaac isn't as intense as it was in the TV show.