“Lydia, can you hear me?” Scott hovered over the girl, not knowing if she could even understand him at the moment. “Lydia,” he spoke with as much Alpha authority as he could muster. “We’re going to get you out of here, I promise.”

“I know it’s not much, but you’ve gotten information from less -- right?” The banshee’s abilities had been beneficial before, though he wasn’t holding his breath on such a simple clue as a few extra screws. They weren’t even sure they’d come from their most recent hallucinations enemies, but it was worth a shot. “Just tell me if you can feel anything.”

"I’m surprised you actually shut up and let Stiles  help you this time.” The blonde smiled gently as she walked towards her tutor and sat beside her. “It’s going to be better Lydia, take it from me. Did you need me to help clean up the wounds they left on you?”  I thought it was a medical facility, not a torture chamber.  Caroline thought as she saw the dried blood on the girl.

“You’re talking to me. Lydia Martin is talking to me.” He’s so surprised. From what he remembered she wasn’t acknowledging his existence. What had he done over the past few years to succeed in getting her attention.

“I don’t know what to say. My mom said I should give people hope, but I’m not sure how. I couldn’t save you, or Stiles’ dad, or even myself from Theo.” Scott’s hands balled up as he tried to take a deep breath. He hadn’t needed to use his inhaler since that night, but he still never seemed to be able to drag enough air into his lungs. “I know it was the wolfsbane talking the night at the motel, but maybe I was on to something. Maybe I should’ve stayed dead this time.”

               ❛ i would have preferred it if you STAYED that way. ❜

      -- And no, you don’t know him.”