No. No, Allison, don't-- [She stares at the feed, but it's too late. She doesn't even know if she's really back at the Barge. She doesn't even know if she's awake or what is causing her to have hallucinations about talking to Allison.
Lydia doesn't move, she stands there by her bed, staring down at the comm, and eventually closes her eyes, trying to concentrate, to either wake up or hear Allison again. Somehow.
But then, she hears the knocking and her eyes snap open. Lydia turns toward the door with wide eyes.
She expects it to be Stiles. Maybe Scott. But then Allison calls out for her and her stomach clenches. Her eyes are tearing up and her hand is over her mouth before she can even fully process what is happening.
Allison speaks again and Lydia finally moves, as soon as she opens the door, a sob escapes her. Because her best friend really is standing there.
Lydia drops her hand from over her mouth, tears spilling from her eyes.]
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Lydia doesn't move, she stands there by her bed, staring down at the comm, and eventually closes her eyes, trying to concentrate, to either wake up or hear Allison again. Somehow.
But then, she hears the knocking and her eyes snap open. Lydia turns toward the door with wide eyes.
She expects it to be Stiles. Maybe Scott. But then Allison calls out for her and her stomach clenches. Her eyes are tearing up and her hand is over her mouth before she can even fully process what is happening.
Allison speaks again and Lydia finally moves, as soon as she opens the door, a sob escapes her. Because her best friend really is standing there.
Lydia drops her hand from over her mouth, tears spilling from her eyes.]
Are you really here?