<Stiles' POV>

I walk hesitantly into her hospital room, shaking as I do so. Allison sees me first as she sits at the foot of the bed. Her hand is clasped with Lydia's pale one. Allison smiles lightly at me as I enter the room looking like a heroine addict. Of course I'm not a heroine addict, I'm a Lydia addict. But is there really that much of a difference?

Lydia is fast asleep, her bones pushing through her pale and frail skin. There is a patch on her head, guarding her injury. I came as soon as I could, which turned out to be a full twenty four hours. Allison texted me telling me not to come. Saying things like her stomach is getting pumped, and then she is having a breakdown, and then finally, she is asking for you. I had not taken time to change into clean clothes or brush my teeth and hair.

I tear my glare from Lydia and lion at Allison sadly. My voice come sour hoarse and cracking. "Is she... is she alright?" Allison frowns a bit and shakes her head.

"As soon as we move to Vermont I want her seeing a therapist okay?" Allison looks at me with concerned eyes. I nods swiftly.

"Ya, ya of course, anything you think will help, I'll pay for it myself," I assure her. Allison blushes and bites her bottom lip.

"You must think we are so helpless, asking you to pay for everything, living in your home, I'm so sorry," Allison admits. I takes Allison's free hand.

"Hey Ali, we're in this together, I would do anything for you guys, I don't have a limit," I reassure her. Allison tears up and throws her arm around my neck. I clutch her back tightly.

"Thank you Stiles, I'll make it up to you."

"You don't have to Ali, you don't owe me anything. You helped me get her, that's all I could ever ask of you," I tell her kindly.

"Then I'll make sure you get to keep her," Allison tells me. I nod slowly and pull away from the hug. Lydia's eyes flutter open. Allison jumps and squeezes Lydia's hand. "Hey, hey my lovie, how are you feeling? Are you thirsty or hungry?" Allison immediately asks. Stiles steps back a bit, out of Lydia's sight. Lydia shakes her head to Allison. The touches her head and cringes, closing her eyes again.

"I want him Ali, where is he? Where's Stiles?" Lydia asks, her voice strained. My breath catches in my throats and I try to breath normally. Allison smiles and looks at me as I hide. She mouths 'come here.' I approach her cautiously. Gently, I place my hand on Lydia's jaw, cupping her cold face. She opens her eyes slowly and sees me. I smiles weakly at her as she takes in the details of my face.

"I'm here Lydia," I whisper. She smiles.

"Hi." I smile back at her. "Did you sell the apartment?"

"Their going to call me, but it looks good," I promise her. She looks at me with a big smile, nuzzling her face farther into my hand.

"Good, now what did the hospital do to me?" She asks confused. I look to Ali.

"They pumped your stomach  and patched your head, you overdosed Lydia," Allison reminds her best friend. Lydia scrub he's her nose.

"I did, didn't I?" She almost asks. I nod my head disdainfully, in complete horror, but she only shrugs a bit. "Well, Stiles, when we move to a cute little cabin in Vermont I want to tell you something, I want to do something with you that I can't force myself to do here. You'll let me do that won't you?" Lydia looks at me hopefully.

"Of course Lyds," I reply with a grin. Suddenly, all of our friends burst into the room. Scot comes baring at least twenty multi colored balloons. He squeezes through the door with a smirk. Malia and Kira enter next with a giant teddy bear that is wearing a  thick, pink bow. Isaac follows them, holding one of those giant Reese's Peanut Butter Cups that are bigger than all of our heads.

"Hey Miss. Martin, how's my favorite punk rock kitten?" Kira exclaims with hopefulness in her voice. Lydia, now sitting up, tucks her head into my shirt shyly as I stand next to her bed. She must be embarrassed, because these are her closest friends and she is hiding. I rub her back supportively. Allison looks at everyone with a smile.

"Don't expect to much conversation, she is still a bit hyped up on the pain meds," Allison tells everyone. Scott smiles.

"Pfft pain meds," he lets go of the balloons and walks to Lydia's side. "All this fire cracker needs is a kiss from ole'Scotty boy," Scott claims as settles next to Lydia on the bed and places a soft kiss on her forehead. She smiles gives a Scott a friendly kiss on the cheek.

Lydia isn't released from the hospital until two hours after Scott's magical kiss. The hospital insists that she is wheeled out of the building and the helped into a car. I called an uber before her release and it is just arriving as we get outside. Lydia, Allison, Kira, and Malia all get in the Uber. I make sure that Lydia is comfortable and tell the driver my address, paying him as well. I let them drive off and then hail a cab for the guys and I. The ride is short and quiet and all I can think of is how much those girls need to buy the apartment so we can get the hell out of the city.