Battle Scars ❦ TW/TO

❦SECOND COMING

ALL Hope Mikaelson knew was that Stiles Stilinski would be the absolute worst supernatural. Sure, if his body were to change, he would finally be free from the possession of the nogitsune. It seemed like a viable solution but she couldn't help but think about the consequences. What if Stiles didn't want to be a vampire? What if he woke up and hated her for making him a monster? Maybe he would choose to die rather than fully transition?

The thought was like a dark cloud suffocating her. She could help him but at what cost? It was a foreign feeling, the idea that she was so powerless. Sure, she was Hope Mikaelson, but right then it just didn't seem like she was quite enough. She wished she could do something more, something better.

While Scott and Kira talked with Mr. and Mrs. Yukimura about the original Nogitsune from 1943, Hope traveled to the seemingly calm Beacon Hills Hospital. The trauma unit was on the third floor and the soft hum of the elevator music irritated her. When the elevator doors finally opened, she happily exited the contraption and wondered down the hallway until she found the right room.

Isaac was still comatose and the sight of him put a lump in Hope's throat. He didn't look to be in any visible pain, but there was no doubt that he wasn't very comfortable. The electricity had left black welts over his arms and the sides of his face. Although he looked better than the last time she had seen him, he didn't appear to be healing very quickly.

She placed the yellow rose she had picked up on her way on the table next to the bed and collapsed in the chair next to him with a sigh. Her eyes watched the even rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in and out. All Hope wanted was for him to wake up.

Her fingers found their way around his and she gripped his hand even though she knew that he wouldn't hold hers back.

"I don't know what to do Isaac." She whispered. "I know I should but I don't."

The only sound that followed was the steady beating of the heart monitor.

"Because of who I am everyone expects me to always win, to always be tough and know what to do in this kind of situation but I don't know and it really sucks." She was crying. The kind of crying that is still and quiet. She couldn't feel the tears against her soft skin, but she knew they were there. They crashed against her lips and she could taste their salt.

The buzzing of her phone drew her away from Isaac and she wiped her cheeks with the back of her jacket sleeve. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she read the text notification that had just been sent to her from Allison Argent.

Derek's loft.

Hope replied to Allison that she would be at the loft soon and said goodbye to Isaac. She knew that he wouldn't say it back or even hear her words, but she said it anyway. Just in case.

She pulled into the parking lot of Derek's loft at the same time as Scott and Kira who pulled beside her. As she got out of the car, she could hear the loud ring of gunshots erupting from the loft. Stiles was there but so were the Oni. They ran up the stairs to the loft but stopped short at the sight of Argent and the Sheriff pointing their guns at the three. When they saw it was only them however, they lowered their weapons with grim faces.

"What happened?" Scott asked

Allison sighed, running a hand through her curly brown hair. "They vanished."