Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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STILES bursts through Scott's door and into his room.
"What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it? And yeah, I've had a lot of Adderall."
At his desk, Scott works on something, concentrating on it with exacting focus.
"I found something at Derek Hale's."
Stiles looks at him incredulously waving his hands as if saying go on, "Are you kidding? What?"
"Something's buried there. I smelled blood."
"That's awesome. I mean that's terrible. Whose blood?"
"That's what I need you to help me find out. And when we do, we're going to help your dad nail Derek for the murder. And then you're going to help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing."
Scott stands, revealing what he's been working on so intently: his lacrosse stick. Now perfectly re-laced, he spins it in his hands with a look of pride.
"Because there's no way I'm not playing that game."
...
The doors of Beacon Hills Hospital slide open. Stiles and Scott casually walk past the front desk trying not to be conspicuous in front of waiting patients, nurses and orderlies.
Stiles nods to a set of double doors and a sign pointing to morgue. Scott quickly pushes through the doors as Stiles heads to a waiting area.
Scott steps inside the almost pitch black freezer room. He lights the display on his phone using it to search the labels on the drawer. Locating one marked: "JANE DOE - partial. Police Evidence Do Not Tamper" Scott takes a breath and yanks it open.
Standing outside in the corridor, Stiles looks to the waiting area and does a double take. Lydia Martin sits in one of the chairs. It's a moment of opportunity he simply cannot pass up. Leaving his post, he tentatively approaches her.
"Hey, Lydia. You probably don't remember me, but I sit behind you in Biology. And I know you're dating Jackson and all that, but I always thought we had a kind of connection. Unspoken, of course. But I sort of think it would be cool to get to know you. Sort of."
"Hold on. Give me a second."
Stiles looks at her, quite confused. But then she pulls out a Bluetooth headset that was covered by her hair.
"I'm sorry I didn't get any of what you just said. Is it worth repeating?"
