Start of Time | Stydia

-lost and insecure

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'Dad, c'mon, is she gonna be ok?' Stiles asks for what could possibly be the fiftieth time in the past two hours.

Exactly one hundred and thirty four minutes ago, Lydia Martin was rushed to hospital. And twenty three minutes ago, the Sheriff dragged Stiles home, because his son's constant questioning was annoying and bugging everyone.

'I don't know, Stiles.' He says, and Stiles rolls his eyes, sitting back down.

'Ok, ok.'

He stays in the same pattern for the next few days; stay up until four, sleep for a few hours, go to school, then to Derek's, where him, Scott, Derek and Peter try and figure out what will happen to Lydia.

It's four days later when news finally reaches Stiles. He runs down to the hospital calling Scott, wishing he could call Allison, and skids around the corner to the doors. Scott's on his way, Derek is getting Peter and on their way. Stiles is the first one through the doors, peering through the window to the room, the same one she was in last time. It's ironic, really.

Lydia looks pale on the hospital bed, her face clean of makeup, her hair pulled back in a loose plait out of the way. Her eyes are open though, wide and scared, and darting around.

Through the glass, Stiles can see her frantically sitting up and talking to the nurses, grabbing their wrists to get their attention.
They walk out when Lydia convinces them she's calm, and Stiles sees the opportunity to slide in the room. The door creaks loudly as he closes it.

'Stiles!' Lydia exclaims as he rushes over to the bed, sitting sideways at the end of it.

'Are you ok, Lydia? The cuts, check them.' Stiles says hurriedly, and Lydia shakes her head.

'They didn't work last time, remember? Meaning the likelihood of this occuring is low.' Lydia raises her eyebrows in a know it all way.

'Low, Lydia. Low. Not impossible.' Stiles replies, rolling his eyes too, and taps Lydia's arm impatiently. 'Check.'

'Not now.' Lydia gives him a look, and Stiles tilts his head back, letting out an irritated sigh, then turns around and looks away.

'It's nothing I haven't seen befo- ok, ok! Sorry!' Stiles apologizes quickly when Lydia hits his back with her foot, then he can hear the rustling of the hospital gown as Lydia checks the wounds.

Neither of them can still believe she was attacked; a rogue pack of werewolves had got her and Kira when they had been investigating something by Derek's house. Kira had managed to fend a few of them off, while Lydia rung Scott and tried to run back to Derek's, Kira running backwards awkwardly. However, one of the larger members of the pack had snuck around by the house and attacked Lydia when she reached the back porch.

There's a strangled sob sound from Lydia, and Stiles turns around automatically. Lydia is holding the side of the gown up, and he can see the side of her yellow underwear. But he can't see any traces of cuts, just fallen out stitches and pinkish scarring.

'That's not right. Stiles, that's not right.' Lydia whispers, voice shaking.

Lydia looks up at Stiles slowly, looking like she may cry or scream. Stiles doesn't know what to do or say, but at that moment the nurses come back in. They shout at a shellshocked Stiles to get out, and, trying to function normally, he wanders out.
He's not really sure what to do.

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'So, it's like, completely healed? Like mine did?' Scott says, frowning slightly.

'Yeah, just a few scars now.' Stiles purses his lips as he thinks, tapping a pencil repeatedly on the table. Derek shoots him a glare after a while, but Stiles ignores it.