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“They saved my life, Mom. Stiles saved me”
Lydia was holding her mother close to her and taking comfort in her embrace, looking directly at Stiles. Relief could be seen on everyone’s face , but particularly on Stiles’ Lydia noticed. Stiles couldn’t believe it, she just almost died in his arms, he almost lost her, the girl he … the girl he cared for . Had he arrived 30 seconds later, back in Eichen House, she would have died, a hole drilled into her head, and he could never have forgiven himself for that.
“I’m not paying for the windows”
Stiles, as always, tried to make everyone laugh, which worked. After that, Allison, who had been in the car with them, hugged Lydia too. They just stayed like that for a while until Deaton offered to clean Stiles’ blown eardrum, which he agreed to. While he was doing that, after Allison had let Lydia out of her embrace, Scott went to Lydia and took her pain away. Then, when Deaton was done with Stiles, he began explaining what they had to do to treat Lydia, but he didn’t talk to Lydia’s mother, he spoke directly to Stiles, as if he was the only one concerned. While he was explaining everything, giving Stiles some paste to put into the hole, the rest of the pack arrived. When Malia, Kira, Isaac and Liam entered the room, Kira ran to Scott, jumping into his arms, Isaac went to Allison and hugged her tightly, Malia and Liam just looked at each other, maybe feeling kinda left out. Once Deaton had explained everything, he told them they all needed some rest and that they should head back to their house. Liam left first because he had to get Mason and Hayden. Scott went over to Lydia .
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine Scott, you should go and rest.”
“Lydia, I have to apologize for not getting you out sooner. I am the alpha, I’m supposed to protect you all.”
“It wasn’t your fault, I know you tried your best. I’m out now, thanks to all of you, and that’s all that matters.”
“You don’t have to thank us. I’m sorry but I have to head home. My mom called me 20 times, and I think that if she doesn’t see me in the next 15 minutes she’s going to have an attack. Don’t even hesitate, if you have a problem, call me, it doesn’t matter what time it is, or why, just know that I’ll be there.”
“Thanks Scott, but I don’t think it’s gonna be necessary. Be safe.”
“Good night you all”
Kira hugged Lydia, Scott gave Stiles a pat on the back, and they left. Then, Allison who look really tired, whispered to Lydia.
“Do you want me to stay the night with you? You know my father wouldn’t mind.”
Lydia glanced quickly at Stiles who was talking to Deaton about treatments, helping her stay upright.
“No, I’ll be fine, you should go and rest. Thank you for getting me out of there.”
Allison smiled knowingly.
“Okay, but call me if you need anything.”
“You all know I’m not going to break, right? Go home, be safe and sleep well, we’ll see each other soon.”
“Goodnight Lydia, Stiles take care of her, I’m counting on you.”
Stiles just smiled shyly, nodding at Isaac, as a goodbye. Allison and Isaac headed out.
There were only Lydia, her mom, Stiles, Malia and Deaton in the room. Deaton began cleaning the room, getting the broken glass out, and preparing some weird mixture. Lydia’s mom stood back, as if now afraid to hurt her daughter. Malia walked over to Lydia.
“Are you sure you’re okay? If you want, I could go back to Eichen and hurt everyone who has hurt you there?”
“Yes I’m fine Malia, don’t worry, I just need to rest. And please, don’t do that, I don’t want you in prison when I’m back.”
Malia suddenly grabbed her, and hugged her.
“I’m glad you’re out and alright. Take care.”
She then left suddenly.
“She doesn’t have a car, right? How is she going home.” asked Deaton.
“She is stressed so she’ll probably be running in the woods for a while, it helps her get calm, don’t worry about her.”
“Lydia, you need some rest and you’re freezing, go home, Stiles, you’ll have to put that into her wound 2 times a day, it will help her with the pain and the voices.” Deaton said, handing Stiles the mixture he had been preparing.
“Thank you, thank you for everything.” Lydia said, looking very grateful.
Then, Stiles helped Lydia get down from the table. She was so tired that she could barely stand up, even though she was leaning on him. He got out, and began walking towards Lydia’s mom car, but Lydia grabbed his collar and pulled.
“You’re not leaving me, are you?”
“Of course, I’m not. When have I ever left you?”, he had stopped walking at that point and Lydia’s mom nodded so he took Lydia towards the jeep, helping her into the passenger seat.
“I’m gonna stop by my house, to grab a few things, I’ll be at your house in 15 minutes.”
After checking that Lydia was buckled and alright, he drove towards his house, where his father’s car was parked, and he got out.
“I’ll be back soon.” he whispered to Lydia.
When he got into his house, his father was on the couch, watching some Mets game, and when he heard the foot steps, he said , without his eyes even leaving the TV:
“Hey, how was your day? Do you want to watch the game with me?”
“I can’t Dad, we just got Lydia out of Eichen House. She’s fine but really tired so I’m going to sleep at her house.”
At that his father stood up, and looked at him in the eye. Seeing his son, sweating, looking very tired, with some blood on his shirt, he just nodded.
“Tell her I hope she’ll be fine. Go ahead then, don’t make her wait.”
So Stiles went into his room, and grabbed a t shirt, some sweatpants, his tooth brush. He stilled when he realized he was going to sleep with Lydia, the girl he had a crush on since 3 rd grade. He began to panic, but then calmed when he remembered Lydia needed HIM , she had asked HIM to stay with her, she said HE saved her so he went back downstairs.
“I’ll call you tomorrow morning, I don’t know how long Lydia will need me.”
He then went back into the car. Lydia was still asleep.