#lydialittlemiss

Jordan slowly made his way into the vet’s office, the kanima venom having burned out of his system. He knocked on the door, before entering. “Lydia?” There was a relief in his tone as he saw her again. 

“LYDIA------” Magnolia attempted to use her nicest voice, though she was eyeing her best friend as though she had ten heads, “---don’t take this the WRONG WAY, but what the hell were you thinking. A date? With him? Are you insane?”

So he quietly excused himself, sneaking from the room and out of the clinic, promptly falling to his hands and knees. His body just couldn’t pretend to be stable anymore. His head hurt, the blood drying from his ear and his heart still racing. He could feel a panic attack looming, but he forced it down. Lydia was fine. She was tougher than any of them and she would be fine. But, after all this, Stiles just needed this moment, this instant, to not be fine. Sliding over to the wall of the clinic, he drew his knees to his chest and tried to remember what it was to breathe.

“Oh come on Broskette. What did it ever do to get that treatment?”

“I’ve been up since 3am..and I have no energy to go shopping. Why do we need to go shopping?”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Is it legal?” Large light brown eyes gazed worried at her redheaded friend.

“Want to go for a walk with me and Lenore?”