How hard could it be? • LM / SS

Chapter 82

                         "All the good girls
                                go to hell."

Jade pulled the handbrake up, putting her car into park. She sighed, relishing in the warmth from her air con before she was about to be soaked. The day had been... eventful, to say the least. After the cross country incident, Allison and Lydia had asked her to come along and talk to Peter with them.

Long story short, the three of them had found out that Malia Tate, the coyote that they'd turned back into a girl, was Peter's biological daughter.

And, to add to all of their other problems, when she'd got home, no one was there! So, a locator spell was what had led her to being parked outside of Deaton's animal clinic in the middle of the evening.

Holding her hands over her head, she used them as an umbrella and squinted to get rain out of her eyes. Opening the door of the vet's, a bell echoed throughout the waiting area. It seemed eerily quiet for a place that her cousin and brother were both meant to be at.

Feeling her senses heighten at the same time as her anxiety did, she creeped her way around a corner, almost jumping backwards. Lilith was propped up against some cupboards, their eyes fluttering closed every few seconds and a lake of blood spreading from her stomach to her feet. Max was nearby, still and unmoving.

"What happened?" Jade whispered, grabbing a cloth off the floor and handing it to Lilith to press against their stomach. She crawled to Max, placing two fingers against his neck. His pulse was steady, beating at an average pace. Thankfully, he seemed to just be unconscious.

"Stiles," Lilith whispered, voice shaking and lips paling by the second, skin following along.

"Hey, Lily, stay with me, okay? Talk to me," Jade ordered in a hushed whisper, lightly tapping them on the cheek to keep her conscious. She raised a hand full of light in the air, the other one held tightly against the cloth at Lilith's stomach, while also throwing glances behind her to make sure Stiles wasn't gonna come after her next. What in God's name had happened?

Lilith grabbed Jade's wrist, barely able to make the shape out due to how heavy their eyes were feeling. "You can't heal me, I need to get to a hospital. Or does the vet can give me a blood transfusion here? I have anaemia and I've lost too much, so if you heal me, I'll still get really sick and need iron."

She couldn't tell what Jade was saying, her plump lips moving too fast for their brain to comprehend. Yet no words were coming out, just a faint ringing echoing around in their ears. And she was trying to stay awake, trying to listen to Jade's droning voice, trying to stop the bleeding from getting worse. But it didn't hurt anymore, just the red colour staining their hands, legs, every inch of touchable skin possible.

And, God, they knew they should stay awake, but Jade kept on talking, and she still couldn't understand what was being said. And her eyes were so heavy, weighing her down like the rain that soaked their clothes earlier- but maybe that was blood at this point, who could tell. And they were just so tired, fighting to stay awake. But surely two minutes rest couldn't hurt anyone. Hardly. Right?

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You know that white light that everyone always says you see when you die? Well, that obviously doesn't apply to everyone. Maybe just the people that get sent to heaven, if you believe in that kind of thing. Lilith was almost certainly in hell. That much they were sure of. Everything was dark, not an inch of light being allowed in a hundred mile radius of where she was. But where was she? Sure, they'd died but had they?

They surely thought someone would have saved her by now. Deaton had blood for transfusions in his clinic, she remembered that much as a fact, due to Jade mentioning it a while ago after Mr Tate had shot her. Did the pack really hate them that much? That much that they would let them die?