"Put him on. Now." Lydia took her eyes away from the road to glance over at Stiles. Sitting in her passenger seat he had answered his cell phone announcing the caller to be Liam. Now though, his voice had changed to what could only be described as scary calm.

"Are you okay?" Stiles asked. Lydia glanced over at him again to find him nervously pulling on the string of his hoodie. She heard a muffled voice on the other end of the phone but she couldn't quite make out who it was or what they were saying.

"Where are you? We can turn around, I can be there in just a few minutes." The voice on the other end got louder, protesting, Lydia assumed.

"Are you sure? What about Melissa? Have you called her yet?" So it was Scott then.

"Look, Lyd and I are already halfway to the hospital. Have Liam go get Kira so she can drive you there. I'll find your Mom and let her know, meet you there?" Lydia shot another confused look towards Stiles catching his eye this time. He mouthed the words Asthma attack and she understood.

"Yes. You ARE going to the hospital. I don't care if you say you're fine now. This shouldn't have happened. Ever. You're getting checked out." There was no arguing with his tone this time. Lydia could hear Scott sighing from the drivers seat.

"Good. See you in a few. Be careful." Stiles hung up the phone, fingers turning white the joints where he was gripping it so tightly. Lydia resisted the urge to reach over and wrap her own fingers around his.

"He's going to be fine," She started. "It's not like he won't heal. This could have just been some freak trigger. Nothing to worry about."

Stiles's silence spoke louder than any answer would have. So Lydia gave in and took one hand off the wheel, letting it rest on his knee, offering him what little comfort she could offer. He shoved his phone into his hoodie pocket and wrapped a shaking hand around her's. The rest of the car ride was quiet, but Stiles seemed to relax a little the longer Lydia's hand stayed in his.

She pulled into the hospital parking lot, finding two empty spots beside each other and waited for Kira. Stiles let go of her hand finally and got out of the car, entering the hospital to go find Melissa. Lydia's hand lay open on Stiles's empty seat, waiting to find his shaking fingers again, untill Kira's car pulled in beside her's.

Liam helped Scott out of the front seat, and Lydia wasn't sure who looked worse. Scott was pale and clearly was not breathing normally. If Liam hadn't automatically opened the door for him she wasn't sure if Scott could have managed. The younger wolf, though, looked absolutly terrified. His hands were shaking almost as much as Stiles's had been.

Lydia got out and locked the car behind her. Walking up to Scott, her hand automatically going to the inhaler in the front pocket of her bag. "Stiles is inside finding your Mom."

"K." He practically wheezed. "How upset is he?" Liam kept one arm around his waist as they made their way up the sidewalk. Kira hovering, unsure, on Scott's other side.

"He's a little freaked." She answered honestly.

Lydia rushed ahead, opening the doors for the group behind her, only to find Stiles waiting right inside the door. He looked better, Lydia noticed. No longer shaking and scared, but determined and laser focused on the werewolf entering the building. Silently he walked up to Scott and took him from Liam, long arms wrapping themselves tightly around the other's neck. Scott fell into the hug, resting his cheek on Stiles's shoulder, finally safe. Finally home.

It wouldn't all be alright. Lydia knew. She was a banshee and she knew. Something bad was coming. Scott having an asthma attack wasn't normal and it was only an omen of things to come. For now though, looking at the two boys in this moment, they were together. And that had to be enough. For now.