𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ➸𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 ꟾ𝟏ꟾ

The Girl in the Grave

[Majorly Edited]—5/20/21

I

I slam the squeaky passenger door shut and follow after Scott and Stiles as we head for the hospital, a large bag filled with two servings of Chinese food from the local restaurant down the street—Sarah's favorite—in my left hand's grasp. Hopefully, this can help make amends at least a small bit for how lousy I've been.

"So you're sure Derek's got something," I lower my voice. "Maybe someone buried in his yard?"

"I could smell blood."

Scott eyes me as we step inside, escaping the night and into the blinding white of the hospital's entrance. "Listen, if I get the same scent from the other half of the body then Stiles' dad nails him for the murder and you two help me figure out how to play the game on Saturday without changing. There's no way I'm not playing that game."

"Hey." Stiles hits Scott's arm, pointing at a beige door. To the left of the door, a sign reads 'Morgue'."

"Okay."

"Good luck, I guess." Scott nods, vanishing into the room.

A heavy sigh escapes from my nose as we wander into the waiting room. "Oh, my—"

Stiles adverts his eyes, seemingly scared of whatever waits for him at the left side of the building. I instinctually peer to the left but he hits my arm before I can get a good look and furiously shakes his head.

My brows knit into a frown as his mouth hangs open before whispering to me. "Lydia's like, right there."

I slowly turn, he tries to pull me back. "No, wait—"

"Relax."

He lets go as I see her out of the corner of my eye, her arm is propped up on a chair in boredom as she sits cross-legged and twirls with a single strap of her expensive-looking purse.

"You'll be fine, talk to her if you want. I gotta give this to Sarah." Before he can argue, I'm already making my way to the other side of the room where she sits, typing away on a computer at the reception desk.

I lift the bag onto the surface, she glances up, a grin replacing her once blank expression as she notices the round logo.

"I knew you were my favorite nephew for a reason."

"Sarah, I'm your only nephew."

"Lucky you then." She leans up, placing the bag next to her as she begins rummaging through it.

"Sweet and sour chicken, that's a good start. Egg rolls, too?" She places a hand on her hip. "What do you want?"

"Nothing," Her eyes narrow. "Seriously. I just thought you might like this more than the cafeteria food for a change."

Sarah hesitates before giving up. "Thanks."

"There's some for Melissa in there, too."

She begins typing again. "I'll let her know. Don't stay out too late, Wes."

"Got it." I pull away from the desk, immediately grimacing at the scene of Jackson and Lydia eating each other's faces off in the middle of the waiting room.

He wraps an arm over her shoulder, leading her out of the hospital as I glance around for Stiles. I find him slumping in one of the chairs, a jealous gaze plastered on his face as he hides behind the pages of a medical pamphlet. Though, as I step closer, my head cocks to the side as I read the title: All About Your Menstrual Cycle.