Voices T.W. UNDER REVISION

01- Revised

"Theo? Theo? Theo!" I repeat through the tunnels.

How did I get here? Why are my clothes and hair wet? What happened?

"He left you here to die."

"He's going to kill you."

Whispers echo in my head, each thought bouncing off inside my skull at one hundred miles per hour. There's no stopping the voices, I've tried.

"He's evil."

"He's a fraud."

Alcohol, pills, the combination of the two. Throwing myself from bodies of water or submerging myself into water. Nothing works.

"He never loved you."

Until something doesn't seem right. Just as they pour into my brain, I turn a corner in this endless maze.

Peace and quiet. The sweet, sweet silence I've longed for for years.

"No, Scott! Help me!" A voice cries. "Scott help me! Help me!"

It is short lived.

This voice seems real. Genuine, even. Theo? I run down the tunnels, trying to track down the voice. I turn another corner and halt as I reach the doorframe.

A dark void is open in the floor. Theo's dead sister is dragging his scrawny body into the void. Theo claws at the floor, trying to cling to anything he can. Our eyes lock for a moment, just as he is pulled into the void.

*

My eyes flutter open to see Liam standing next to me, his brows furrowed. I look down to see Lydia standing by my feet.

I look around the room and see I'm in the animal clinic, I have to be. The hospital wouldn't have posters of heart-worm and tick medications or a bulletin board filled with pictures of dogs and cats. I lean up and sigh. When did Deaton add pull out couches in his exam rooms?

My throat burns like I'd just swallowed a ball of fire. A neck brace restricting any movement I try to make.

My throat is coated with pain as I inhale a shaky breath. What is wrapped around my neck? It takes most of my energy to grab at the hard plastic surrounding my neck.

"Where is Theo?" My once silk-woven voice comes out coarse.

I don't care what happened to me. I need to know is Theo is okay. He didn't get sucked into the floor, I know it in my gut. I had to have been dreaming or something.

Liam stands at the bottom of the bed. His arms are crossed tightly across his chest. His firm jaw clenched as I mention Theo's name. I just need to know if he's okay.

"Oh, I'm glad you are concerned, you are fine by the way. You know, besides the concussion and fractured arm of course." Liam snaps. "But no, by all means, care about Theo's safety before your own."

If I didn't care about Theo so much, I wouldn't be asking. Of course I care about my safety, but Theo is important to me. I can worry about myself later.

Of course, I can't blame Liam for being upset. I get that I can't heal like him. I'm just a puny human dating a strong werewolf. Newsflash, he isn't invincible his own self!

My secondary concern is my health and why I am laid up in the animal hospital. I'm human, shouldn't I be in a normal hospital? Which brings me back to my primary concern.

"I will ask one more time, Dunbar. Where is Theo?"

Liam runs his hands through my hair and leans down to kiss my forehead. I forcefully grab a handful of his shirt and pull him closer to me.