Just Breathe

Chapter 44

Emma woke up groggy and confused. But all that mattered to her, was that she was her self. She sat up, whimpering. Her whole body ached, like a dull fire was spreading through her limbs. She groaned, looking around the room. It was her and Stiles's room. She hadn't slept in this room in so long. It felt so good to be home again. She went to stand up, her legs instantly giving out. She grabbed onto the dresser, preventing herself from hitting the floor. She pushed herself up, her arms trembeling. As she looked in the mirror, she noticed her eyes were blood shot. Her skin was pale, and her eyes had large purple bags under them as if they had been painted on. Her bones were visable through her skin. She groaned, pushing herself away from the dresser as she exited the room. She used the walls to guide her to the stair case. She grabbed onto the railings, gripping them so tight her knuckles were white. Slowly, she made her way down stairs. She got to the bottom, falling into the wall. She leened against it, preventing herself from falling. She had a view of the living room from where she rested. The pack sat on the couchs, talking. Well some of the pack. Allison was gone along with, Isaac the twins and Derek. And Lydia. Emma felt like a dagger had gone through her heart when she remebered what had happened. Void Emma had taken Lydia while everyone was distracted. Emma blamed herself. She stumbled forward, grabbing onto the wall. Stiles got up, panicked. "Emma?" he asked, taking in her apperance and her stance. 

"Hey" she spoke, her voice weak. She stumbled forward, Stiles catching her in his arms. He wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back. She clenched onto his arms, trying to support herself.

"Emma what's wrong?" Stiles asked noticing her weakness and death like appearance. "Emma you're freezing cold" Stiles said, pulling away so he could look at her. She trembled, shivering. He picked her up in his arms, instantly surprised by how little she weighed. He carried her over to the couch, wrapping her in a blanket. "Scott something is not right" Stiles said, staring at Emma. Scott came over to look at her, his hand brushing hers. The second it did, black viens appeared on his arm. Scott and Stiles exchanged worried glances. 

"Emma whats wrong?" Scott asked again.

"I just- I just want to find Lydia. I feel like we are waiting for a ransom call" Emma mumbled.

"Derek and the twins are out looking, and Isaac and Allison just found Lydia's car. We're going to find her" Scott said. Emma nodded, wrapping the blanket tighter around herself. "You alright?" Scott asked again. Emma nodded.

"Yeah I just can't seem to get warm" Emma said, her voice trembling as if she was shivering.

"Alright we'll just take it easy. Here's another blanket" Scott said, laying it on her lap. The second their hands touched, more black viens ran up Scott arm. "You're in pain" Scott said, looking Emma in the eye.

"Its not that bad" Emma lied. "Its just more like a dull ache"

"Where?" Stiles asked, concerned for his mate. Emma's eyes darted to the ground.

"Sort of...everywhere" she whispered.  Scott tried to put his hand on Emma's but she pulled it away.

"Emma you're freezing" Scott said, his eye brows scrunching together, panic setting in. Emma sat back, playing with her hands, her breathing heavy. Scott watched Emma for a moment, listening to her heart. "Tell me the truth. How much pain are you really in?" Scott asked. Emma screamed, leaning forward. Stiles and Scott immediately jumped back. Emma screamed as she clenched her fists in her hair. 

"Emma? Emma whats happening?" Stiles asked frantically. "Scott call Derek. Call everyone we need everyone here" Stiles said, panicked. Scott immediately sent out an sos text. Emma fell off the couch, writhing on the floor. Kira who had been silent, stepped back, scared. Emma screamed so loud the house shook. Emma opened her eyes for a brief second, showing the green pupils that signaled that she was having a vision. "Scott you gotta snap her out of it" Stiles said. Scott paused. "Scott what are you waiting for?" Stiles asked, distressed.