Into the Wreckage ▸ Scott McCall (3)

xxvii. PARALYZED

xxvii. PARALYZED

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All Foster could hear were the sounds of a fight. The battle cries that raged on between Malia and Tracy, Malia desperately trying to save Lydia's mother. Foster still felt useless, unable to move so much as her fingers. Her entire body felt cold, numb. It terrified her, this paralyzation. It was something that made her feel so vulnerable and exposed. It also didn't help that all she could see was Lydia in Kira's lap, bleeding out on the floor of the station. There was nothing she could even do to save her friend. All they could keep doing was apply pressure and hope she could hold on long enough.

It was then when the door to the station opened, and Foster was able to glance over. Through the corner of her eye, she watched as Stiles, Scott, Deaton, and Theo entered the station. While moving hurt, her eyes instinctively narrowed at the sight of Theo. She still wasn't all too sure about him, seeing that she found it hard to believe that the twins didn't kill him. She knew Ethan and Aiden, she knew they didn't leave any survivors. They were smart enough to know just who to kill, and exactly how to do it.

Regardless, she felt her heart soar at the sight of Scott, Stiles, and Deaton. This was good. This meant that there was a chance they could get Lydia out of here and save her mom. She watched as Scott's eyes roamed throughout the room, taking in the scene in front of him. His eyes instantly fell on Foster, who wasn't moving. She was lying on the ground, completely frozen, and horror struck him instantly.

It was like everything else around him didn't exist at that point, only her. Her lips parted, trying to speak, but all she could focus on was Scott rushing toward her. She felt her heart flutter and she internally screamed at herself. This wasn't the time to be focused on the butterflies that Scott made her feel. 

But, she couldn't help but feel safe the moment he rushed to her side. Without hesitation, he was scooping her into his arms, cradling her paralyzed body against his chest. When her blue eyes fluttered up to meet his, she could see the fear that was written across his features. She couldn't help but feel the same, seeing that she was paralyzed. This wasn't normal, they knew that Foster was immune to kanima venom. It didn't make sense that Tracy was able to paralyze her. While Tracy may have stabbed Lydia, Lydia was still able to move. The toxin hadn't entered her bloodstream and ended all movement. 

Why just Foster?

Scott's fingers were instantly brushing a stray hair out of her face, breathing out, "Foster - "

She smiled faintly, but cut him off without a second thought. As much as she loved the concern and being in his arms, there were more important matters that she wasn't entirely sure he was aware of. Like the fact that Malia was fighting Tracy, and that Lydia was in the other room bleeding out. Through the corner of her eye, she could see Stiles and Theo rushing to Lydia's side. Stiles seemed stunned by the sight, unable to process it. Theo, on the other hand, instantly set to work. He tore off the belt on his jeans, quickly rushing to Lydia and making a tourniquet to slow her circulation. 

"Malia and Tracy are in the basement," Foster breathed, her chest trying to freeze and constrict. She forced herself to keep speaking. "So is Lydia's mom."

It was as if Foster's words were a cue, because then Lydia's mom stepped into the room. That, of course, only spiked fear in Foster. She was okay, but what about Malia? Where the hell was Malia? Her pulse spiked, and she shot Scott a terrified look.

"Scott, Malia," Foster insisted, and he could hear the sheer terror in her voice. She was already about to lose Lydia, but what about Malia? She couldn't tell if this was a good or a bad thing. "You have to go find her."