Just a memory (teenwolf fanfic)

8. PANIC

Stiles

Stiles didn't even know he was able to get somewhere so quickly. But after Scott called him, it took him no more then five minutes to get to his best friend's house, run to the porch and burst into the house, Malia on his heels.

"Where is she?" he asked Scott.

"Upstairs, in my room-"

Stiles didn't wait for him to finish. He climbed upstairs and into Scott's room. Melissa was there, but Stiles barely noticed her. His eyes were on Lydia.

She was lying on the bed, cowered with sheets and blankets to keep her warm. Her eyes were firmly closed, her skin pale and sweaty.

"Lydia", he whispered weakly. He grabbed her white hand and squeezed it. But something didn't feel right. Like there was something missing.

"Melissa", he quickly stood up. Scott's mom followed his movements.

"Stiles, what's the matter?" her eyebrows connected from worry.

"I-I", he tried to make a normal sentence, "I don't feel her pulse."

Scott

Waiting for Stiles to come back was for some reason torturing. His nerves were on the edge.

"He really loves her, doesn't he?" Malia was looking at the ceiling above them. Scott looked at her. He was glad to see her, really, but now was really not the moment for their love triangle.

"Yeah, I guess. But, Malia-"

She wasn't listening to him. "Did you love Kira? I mean, you risked your life to save hers for several times, and you were making out. Much. Like, really really much."

Scott honestly didn't know the answer to that question. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess I did. And we weren't making out so much."

Malia was studying him. "You are guessing a lot", she shrugged, "Anyways, I'm dying to take a shower. Mind if I use yours?"

"No, not at all", he showed her how to get to the guests bathroom.

"Okay, thanks", she said, leaving him alone.

He threw himself on the dinning chair, head in his hands. What happened to Lydia? He was getting ready for bed, when she called that she had major news. He invited her to come over. When she did, they had time only to greet and climb upstairs, when she froze like she had a seizure or something. She started shaking and fell on the floor. After that she hasn't made a single move. Damn, how much he was worried.

Within a few seconds he heard loud footsteps and his mom bursted into kitchen.

"I know I left it somewhere here", she was murmuring to herself while going through her and his stuff. She even checked in the fridge. "Scott!" she yelled as she noticed him that second. "Do you know where's my first aid kit?"

"In the bathroom upstairs, as always. Mom, what's happening?"

She was already running upstairs. "Lydia doesn't show signs of life!"

"What?" he cried, pretty sure he heard wrong.

"No time to explain. Come upstairs, I'll need help!"

He didn't waste any second. He ran with his full speed and ended in his room in two seconds.

And he was shocked by what he saw. His mom was trying to reanimate Lydia. Stiles was in the corner, obviously in shock: it seemed that he haven't even notice that he was crying.

"Scott!" Melissa turned to him, but only for a second. "Little help here!"

He came to the bed. Lydia was as pale as he never saw living person to be.

"Y-yeah, what should I do?"

"First, you could call the ambulance. Quick!"

Again, he was fast. He ran to the kitchen, looking for the phone. When he did find it, he nearly broke his leg running for it. When he was just a few inches from it, something - someone - stopped his arm.

"Don't call the ambulance", a familiar voice said.