Lahey, Be Mine

Chapter 20

My eyes were stinging. It was difficult opening them up, but I managed to slowly. My lashes fluttered and the rays of light were peaking through perfectly. I caught sight of the rest of the room, and it took me time to process what has happened in the past few hours. Everything came rolling back into my mind. I grabbed hold of the oxygen mask, and peeled it off my face, and placed it beside myself. I sat up on the stretcher, and disconnected the wires slowly, scrunching my face. Slipping on my slippers, I walked to the door, pushed it open, and poked my head through, and revealed my whole body to the hospital.

I started taking small steps towards the front desk, where I could see Melissa sitting at her desk, sharing a laugh with a few of her colleauges. One of the nurses pointed at me, and she whipped her head around, and saw me and stood up and hugged me softly.

"Hi sweety. When did you wake up?" I love the endearments she calls me. It's incredibly reassuring and she's like a mother to me.

"About five minutes ago. H-have the boys found Isaac yet?" I said, slowly and catching my breath. I was hoping to here a positive answer.

She nodded her head slightly, smiling down at her white shoes. "Come with me." She took hold of my hand and helped me walk down two corridors and into a door on the right. Scott, Stiles, and Lydia were all inside. Scott standing beside Isaac's bed, and Lydia was accidentally snuggled up in Stiles's arm on the small couch, close to the door of the room. I have to admit, they make an incredibly adorable couple.

"Hey Ara. How you doing?" Scott asked, coming towards me and hugging me. I cringed slightly, in a little bit of pain; my body was very weak because of the medecine.

"I'm okay. I was just in shock and stunned. Umm... How is he? How is Isaac?" I ask, crossing my arms, and slowly walking towards Isaac.

Scott followed me and stood behind me; I could feel his body being pressed lightly onto mine. "He's doing pretty well. He lost a lot of blood-"

"What the hell happened? Sorry to interupt, but I came home from picking up a few things from the store, and he was gone. And, I just remember being wheeled into an ambulance after that," I trailed off.

"Deucalion came for him. He was torturing him to lure me and the rest of the pack into another one of his sick games. He's taking it too far, and I can't continue to watch my friends suffer because I refuse to become a killer like him. I have a heart, unlike him and I just need him to stay away from my friends." Scott's kind heart warms me up, he cares so much for Isaac and everybody he involves his life with. It would break my heart to see somebody hurt him, he's such a sweet guy.

"I think you and Isaac should have some time together, so we'll go grab something to eat," Stiles said, waking up and having Lydia wake up as well. They gave me a faint smile and walked out the door, shutting it behind them.

I pulled the chair up to the stretcher, and sat down in it slowly. I couldn't take my eyes off Isaac. He looked so peaceful just laying there, and so serene, it was almost magical for some reason. As I couldn't resist, I slipped my hand into his slowly, making sure to not wake him up.

"Hi Isaac," I choke on my words. Hope swells inside of me. I need him to wake up soon. This isn't the first time he's been attacked, but it better be the last.

I can't handle the emotion I feel, so I find a piece of paper, and a pen and start writing my thoughts down. It's always been easy to communicate through paper, rather than words.

'Hi Isaac." I repeat on the paper.

'I miss you. A lot. It's only been a couple of days I think, but I can barely go minutes without thinking of you. But in case I wasn't here if you woke up, here is a letter.'

'You're such a strong person. Damn, you've been through a lot and you're still here with me right now. Thank you for being my best friend, the one who understands me, and for loving me. Thank you for the multiple rescues where my life was on the line, and for standing up for me, and caring for me when I was hurt, and respecting me. You caused me great happiness and I couldn't be more thankful. I normally never express thoughts like this with people, but you need to hear it. I can understand when you feel like you're not loved and you're not important to this world, with all the crap your dad gave you. But you're here, saving people, and fighting for what's right. You'll always be my love. You'll always be mine, Lahey."

I sniffled as I signed the paper off. I missed his warm hugs, and his soft playful kisses. I wanted him and I don't know when he will awake. His healing has not kicked in, and the bruises and scars only seem to be getting worse, not to mention the huge amount of blood loss.

I take a deep breath in and slip into the stretched with Isaac. I adjust his arm, making sure my weight does not affect him. My head rests perfectly on his shoulder and I play and twirl his curly hair. It's so soft and lush. I rub my thumb against his cheekbone, stroking it up and down, and kiss his lips slowly, lingering on.

"I love you Isaac."