Reunited

CHAPTER 17- SCOTT

SCOTT

It's been 3 hours since Lydia went into surgery and everyone's anxiousness and exhaustion has grown. Malia hasn't come back yet but I was starting to think that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. I could understand why she felt guilty but to just leave like that, without saying goodbye to anyone and leaving her friend in surgery?

Stiles didn't seem scared or guilty anymore, rather mad. He paced up and down the waiting room for a while but after many requests, he took a seat beside Kira who fell asleep against his shoulder.

A small bubbled of jealousy gurgled inside me, but I managed to suppress it.

I watched her as she slept. Her hair covered parts of her face but, lucky for me, I could still see some angelic features.

Like her lips, which released soft breaths of slumber. And the eyelashes that canvased her right eye, gently resting against her cheek.

"Lydia Martin?" A doctor walked into the room, clipboard in hand. His cheerful shock was clear on his face when he saw the small group of us jump to our feet.

He chuckled. But we were all stone still, waiting in anticipation for news of our friend.

"She's fine, just in a lot of pain. She's currently sleeping after taking a large dose of pain killers. You can all come back tomorrow and see her, if she's up for it."

One giant, singular sigh of relief chorused through the room.

Kira sat back down in her seat and rubbed her eyes; obviously not prepared for the sudden wake up. Stiles looked at me and I grinned. He allowed himself to smile, which quickly turned into a laugh.

"She's okay. She's okay, man, she's okay." He repeated over and I pulled him in for a hug. All his breaths seemed to be filled with relief.

Derek woke his sleeping wife and helped her to her feet.

"Anyone need a ride?" He cradled Helena against his side.

"I'll call my dad to pick us up." Stiles answered, rubbing Kira's back.

"I'd really appreciate one, thanks." I nodded at Kira and Stiles before following the couple out the door.

In the car, I checked into a hotel nearby. The ride was silent with an atmosphere of exhaustion and relief.

And as soon as I reached my room, I collapsed on the bed.

My torso sank slowly into the mattress and all my emotions from the past 24 hours fell back down on me and it was crushing.

Even the relief from finding out Lydia is okay couldn't drown out the stress and tiredness that was pinning me down right now. It was as if the realisation of everything that just happened, hit me all at once.

I stretched my arm out over the bed and dug through my back pack. Feeling the cold screen of my phone against my fingers, I pulled it out. I lifted my head slightly and opened one eye to see the screen. Lazily, I dialled Noah's number.

After four rings, he answered.

"Buddy, what's up? It's late; shouldn't you be with your girl?"

His tone was filled with mischief and I had to admit, I missed it.

"I actually just got back from seeing her." I heard him cheer. Wrong response, Noah.

"For real? Why'd you leave?"

"We were at the hospital."

"Boy... what?"

"Lydia got messed up pretty bad, she was in surgery."