BELIEVE ☉ S. STILINSKI [ 1 ]

Thirteen ~ Karma

The eyes of Brianna fluttered open slowly. Despite the pain she turned her head to the left to examine her surroundings. A hospital. "Who the hell put me in a hospital?" She whispered to herself.

A groan escaped her lips as she tried to sit up. Her entire body ached. It felt as if one wrong move and she'd be ripped in to two halves. That's the effects of literally being torn at by an extremely angry alpha.

Quick warning, if you ever meet Peter Hale do ... not ... make ... him ... angry!

She knew that she had to help her friends. Not much time had to have passed since the attack right? So she began to mumble in Latin through gritted teeth because of the pain. Thankfully nobody was around so when purple mist was formed in her hand nobody was there to ask questions.

Seething in pain she pressed the ball of mist onto her chest to help restart her body. She had only ever done it to somebody else before so she had no clue if it would have any side effects. The procedure made Brianna inhale deeply. It was either that or scream, but luckily her body chose the one that was less likely to make doctors run in to the room to check on her.

Feeling slightly better, Brianna ripped out the tube that was helping her body and sat up. All she wanted to do was scream at how much her body was aching but she had no time. After giving her body a quick dose of the warlock anaesthetic that she had conjured up in her hands, she began to walk towards the door.

Nobody stopped Brianna as she shuffled down the hallway. I so need to work here so I can make it safer, Brianna thought as a nurse walked past Brianna not giving the patient a second glance.

The blonde wasn't exactly sure who or what she was looking for as she wandered aimlessly down the hallway. That was until she spotted somebody familiar in one of the rooms. "Lydia," Brianna gasped as she peered through the window.

It was an awful sight for Brianna to see. Her friend just laying there, lifeless as if she was seconds away from death. That was one of two outcomes which concerned Brianna even more. If she died, Brianna wouldn't be able to cope with that. Not if she survived the same thing. Real friends or not, Lydia didn't deserve to die in Brianna's eyes.

Brianna's sad face grew hard and cold. The hand she'd placed onto the glass of the window went from flat to a fist, matching the angry look on her face. One thought was on her mind. Peter Hale was going to pay for what he'd done.

***

"Brianna," somebody called out, that was followed by the sound of fast footsteps. The blonde turned to see sheriff Stilinski running towards her. "Are you okay? What are you going out of bed?"

Brianna ran her hand through her hair awkwardly. "I'm- I'm fine. Do you know where Stiles is?" She questioned.

"I don't. But when I do I'm going to murder him. Is it true he went to the dance with you?"

"No." Brianna shook her head. "He went with Lydia but- it's really complicated. I have to find him, it's important."

"Are you sure you're okay?" The elder man asked in concern. He placed a hand on Brianna's shoulder in comfort but she flinched at the touch. All of her wounds were stinging crazily. "I think you need to see a nurse-"

"I'm fine." Brianna snapped. The awkwardness filled the air as the sheriff held up his hands in mock defence. "I'm- I'm sorry."

"It's okay-"

"Brianna!" A familiar voice called over to them. Immediately Brianna snapped her head towards the boy running up to her. Stiles. Before he could wrap her into a hug and apologise continuously his dad grabbed his arm. "Dad-"