We May Just Get Out of Here | {+} consocius
Every time his body trembled, both shivering from the iced bath and the lack of oxygen to his system, Lydia had to close her eyes a little tighter, suck her breath in just a bit sharper. She had to keep herself grounded, she needed to be strong even if only for Stiles - even if every one of her fingers ached to pull him out of that water that was slowly drowning him. They could find another way, there had to be another way to track down their parents, something less dangerous than this, less lethal. She wouldn’t dare open her eyes, because she knew his would be there waiting for them, blurred beneath the breaking surface of the water, pleading for her to let him free. But it was what he wanted to do. They all were so selfless, crawling into what could so possibly be there deaths if it meant finding their parents.
With a shaky breath Lydia focused on the boy she held under and nothing else, her thumb jarred up gently beneath the edge of his jaw to locate his pulse, feeling it grow dull and lifeless beneath her touch. His body was giving up on him, every one of his organs straining for their last bit of a breath while they prepared to collapse along with his lungs, an overwhelming warmth sure to course through his system before the pain suddenly vanished. “Lydia, pull him out, now! Lydia take him out!” It was all she needed to hear before her arms were hooking beneath his, tugging him for what she could out of the water - his body heavy and damp, skin ice cold even to the touch. Deaton helped her pull the rest of his weight, bringing him to the ground where Lydia immediately reached for one of the thick blankets at her side with shaky fingers, wrapping it twice around the boy - tremors running like a current through his slightly unconscious system. “Stiles,” she murmured to him softly, forcing any bit of calm into her tone as she could. Be strong for him Lydia. He needs you. He needs you. Deaton put you with him for a reason, to pull him back. You can pull him back from this.
Frantically her fingers searched blindly for another blanket folded behind her, leaning her back against one of the metal carts where she sat, pulling him in against her chest as she cocooned him in another layer of fleece, tilting his head so that she could look down at him properly, stroking his cheek with her hands as she continued to whisper his name, to urge him back from it all. “Open your eyes Stiles, breathe.” she spoke down to him and only him, and everything around her seemed to drop silent, Isaac had pulled Allison and Deaton just after had gotten Scott, both of them generating as much heat for their bodies as possible. But she couldn’t hear any of it, not a sound, only her soft murmurs almost begging him to come back, trying desperately to ignore the rough lurches within her stomach at the thought that he might not resurface. She couldn’t lose him, she didn’t know how. Not when she hadn’t even had the chance to put things together, to actually recollect on what his lips felt like against her own. It was all she could do to keep from losing herself, from letting her tears spill as they burned behind her eyes, threatening to topple over. “Stiles come back. Please.” her voice drifted into a soft coo.
Brushing his hair to the side her thumbs collected the dripping water making it’s way along his temple, and then all of a sudden his body seemed to recognize her tough, flinching first against it before his lungs gasped up - feeding off of every bit of an inhale they could find, swallowing them down before he was already fighting for another. She heaved as if she had been robbed of breath along with him, a relieved sigh causing her to curl herself tighter around him, holding him still against her body as she rested her temple in against his own, closing her eyes and listening to the air he drew in and released, the rise and fall of his chest holding his pounding heart rate. “God, you scared me.” her voice broke from her lips, breaths spilling a bit unevenly as they parted with her words. Keeping her hand cupped to the side of his neck she pulled back, unable to help herself from smiling widely down to the boy, hands still trying to give him any sort of warmth they could - moving automatically, her concern taking over. “You’re here.” she breathed, pressing her lips together as the weight of it all allowed itself to drop down against her. “You came back.”
[He sputtered and fought for breath as his lungs burned like fire. He gasped and was hardly aware of his surroundings. All he felt was an ache in his chest and tremors running through his body in a desperate attempt to bring his body back to a living temperature.]
[His breathing eventually steadied after his lungs were comparatively satisfied for their hunger. His heart sped up to near-normal and the shivers became less violent. This was when he allowed himself to feel; to recognize his surroundings and touch back to reality.]
[He heard the machine flatlining in the back of his head incessantly, no matter that he was awake now.]
[He was alive.]
[But he couldn’t shake it. Over the noise ringing in his ears, he heard Lydia’s whispers. Some of them were indistinguishable, though all of them seemed to have an air of desperation about them.]
[He pulled open his eyes, seeing slivers of light past the black. He saw glimmers of red – sᴛʀᴀᴡʙᴇʀʀʏ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ – and flesh and blue. His eyebrows furrowed in a measure of confusion before he felt the pressure on his forehead. His eyes opened fully and began to focus, Lydia resting her head on his.]
[He put on what little bit of a smile he could muster when he realized what was happening. Hearing her talk to him in hushed tones and he felt life return to his eyes. His body began to feel the effects of being drowned and then dragged out of a metal tub. He felt bruises beginning to form and the blood began coursing through his veins again.]
[He sat up a little and wrapped his arms around her, shaking off the blanket, and rested his face in the crook of her neck. He took this opportunity for closeness to her and held her there, a silent thanks for being his anchor. For holding him down to reality while the currents tried to wash him away.]
❝Shh. I’m here, I’m here.❞
[He muttered through her hair to try to offer some confirmation, some solace. Even if his feelings weren’t mutual he was sure she didn’t want him to die. Her desperation and tone of voice made that clear.]
❝Thank you, so much.❞
[He didn’t need to say what he was thanking her for, that was pretty obvious.]
[He held his arms around her for as long as he could get away with before standing up, pulling the blanket tight around him, and looking around the room.]
[Scott.]
[Allison.]
[Everyone was awake and he allowed himself a sigh of relief. There were no problems or complications that were apparent, and nobody was dead. He didn’t have to go to anymore funerals. The thought shoots pain through his temple and he feels his breathing grow shallow. They could still very well die. They gave power to that stupid tree, to Jennifer. Now, she was going to fight the alpha pack and no matter who won, they would be an enemy.]
[They would still be in danger.]
[He tried to push the thought from his mind and calm himself down, timing his breaths and concentrating on keeping the rhythm steady, rather than fast and erratic. He balled his fists and calmed himself. They weren’t going to die, he saved his dad, he could save his friends too.]
[Being human doesn’t make you useless.]
[He may not have the claws that most of them had, or even the intense training that Allison had, but he was smart, he’d save them. He had to. With this, he found confidence.]
[He turned back to Lydia with a smile.]
❝Strong emotional connection, huh?❞
[With that, he lost all confidence he’d just had; running his fingers through his wet hair.]
❝But seriously, I don’t recommend ever doing that if you can avoid it. It was horrible. I literally saw my life flash before my eyes.❞
[His eyes dropped and the smile fell from his face. He needed to stop reminding himself, he needed to stop thinking of it. He slid to the floor and rested his arms on his knees, leaning his head back and letting out a sigh.]
[Definitely didn’t recommend it. Not with what she’d seen.]
[It’d be hell for her.]
[On the other hand, his heart was already so heavy, he didn’t even feel the extra weight. The darkness that Deaton warned them of.]
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[He sputtered and fought for breath as his lungs burned like fire. He gasped and was hardly aware of his surroundings....
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