"So?" Malia crossed her arms, unaware that she was frantically tapping her right foot against the floor. Both the doctor and Melissa had their hands full, trying to figure out what had happened to Maylee. Neither of them however, had yet to grasp the shred of an answer, "Anything?" Malia had spoken again.
"This is why family and friends of the patient wait outside of the room and don't hover," said the doctor exasperated.
There were five other people besides Malia in that room, and while they all seemed worried or puzzled, nobody looked as impatient as she was, "Well, we're neither friends nor family so, those rules don't really apply," she said sarcastically.
All eyes snapped towards her, "Malia...," Stiles started but was at a loss of words.
"What?" she turned towards him, then added, looking between all of them, "How did this happen? I mean what do we even do now?"
"It happened. Running after the how, won't help us," said Scott calmly.
"What the hell does that even mean?" Malia then looked in Lydia's direction, "You're the banshee here, how did you miss this? Why were you only able to feel that something was happening when it was already too late?"
Lydia remained silent, her eyes glued on the senseless frame of Maylee, "It doesn't have to be somebody's fault," Scott tried again with her.
"Yeah well, we still need to know why and how things can just happen under our noses like that. It can be a fatal mistake for us, you can't tell me I am wrong about this," she said.
"No one here is saying that you're wrong. All there is, is that this conversation can wait, we don't need to have it right here, right now. And Lydia predicts death not danger; Maylee is clearly alive, as you can see," Stiles did his best to keep his tone as calm as possible in order not to further steer the pot.
Malia was about to retort when the doctor's voice cut in before hers, "Well, if you're done arguing, then maybe you'll be interested to hear the conclusion I reached about her state," they all went quiet upon hearing that, all ready to listen, "Absolutely nothing is wrong with her physically," he said.
"What?" Stiles asked, puzzled at what he'd just heard. The rest of them seemed just as shocked as he was.
"Exactly what I said. All of her test results show she's fine and perfectly healthy; no matter how I look at her, she's all fine," said the doctor.
"And her vitals seem fine as well. Whatever is causing her coma, it has to be supernatural," Melissa jumped in.
"I think we already had that part figured out," stated Malia. The doctor exhaled one last time before exiting the room, followed by Melissa, "Great... This is just great," Malia exclaimed when she saw the way they all looked at her, she then proceeded to storm out of the room herself.
"Malia, wait!" she turned around to see that Scott had followed her out to the hallways. When she stopped to hear what he had to say, he spoke his piece, "I know everyone is on edge right now, but we can't let things overwhelm us like that. It's true, that things have been happening fast the past few days and it's out of our control...,"
She cut him off before he could finish his sentence, "Things have been going on in our lives ever since I recovered my ability to walk on my two feet, just like you guys. Things never stop happening and guess what? Things are always out of our control, and yet we never seem to catch up with whatever is after us. We never do right on time or before suffering huge losses. So, for how long are we gonna keep dragging the excuse that everything is always out of our control, Scott?" she said in one breath before turning on her heels again and walking away from him.
Scott was left rooted in his spot, in the middle of that hallway, mouth agape for a moment. Throughout their years, him and his pack had been through tough times, they'd braved many hells to get to the point they were at; they'd fought so hard just to survive and keep the world around them safe. In those many times, there were always moments during which Scott had a sinking feeling in his stomach that... Everything was falling apart, that the ground was crumbling beneath his feet, and it seemed... He was living one of those moments right where he stood. Despite agreeing with Malia's words, he still couldn't change the fact that things truly were out of his control and as much as he hated it, he could only admit it.
"You know, she's only partially right," said Stiles from behind him.
"Where's Lydia?" Scott had noticed that his best friend was alone.
"She wanted to be left with Maylee alone for a while,"
"She knows she's not to blame, right?" said Scott.
"Well, she thinks she has a pretty good reason to blame herself," Scott furrowed his eyebrows at what he'd heard from Stiles, the latter continued, "You saw it too at the sheriff station when the nogitsuné showed up,"
"You mean, she can feel the presence of people and creatures around her?"
"She brought it up a while ago, before our meeting, but she wasn't very sure how to go about it," said Stiles.
"Then what I said still stands. If she has new abilities then there's no way for her to just know how to use them right away, that is not how it works," said Scott.
"Still... I think whatever she needs to do right now, she has to do it by herself; none of us can really help her with it. No matter how much it kills me to say it out loud... I am not going to be of much help for her, especially now, with this...,"
"Malia is right. You know she said the same thing you said to me when we were walking in the preserve,"
"What's that?" quizzed Stiles.
"That things never stop happening, but somehow I am never ahead of them and...,"
Once again, Scott was cut off in the middle of his speech, "I told you, she's only partially right and I meant it. You know exactly what's tormenting Malia at the moment so, you should definitely talk to her about it,"
"Well, you were right too when you said that this is not the time to talk about these things,"
"Scott, we've already established that there is nothing you nor I can do for Maylee; you're very free to take care of other matters, I am giving you the answer when I say that the reason we're never ahead of things, is because we never communicate properly. Things aren't going to solve themselves on their own, one conversation can take you a long way, just one,"
"I know that, but right now, we need to focus on our plan for tonight," said Scott.
"Oh my god...," Stiles grunted out before turning around and leaving too.