Before Derek could touch Lydia, her eyes cleared and widened. She flinched and stepped back as if she was only just now becoming aware of her surroundings. Familiar voices and sounds echoed in her head. None of them were pleasant, and none of them belonged to Derek. They were memories, fresh, but just barely out of reach, and the more that Lydia struggled with remembering how she found herself in the barefoot in the woods again, staring Derek down, the more bewildered she looked. "Derek?" Her words with hoarse and slow.. she didn't understand, why was he here? Where was..
'Nothing will ever be the same.'
Lydia's eyes slowly widened and frantically searched her surroundings for people who were supposed to be there, but weren't. "Allison.." She mumbled quickly, as she began to remember. "Allison, Allison, Allison, no, Derek, whe-where is- where is she?!" Her voice hitched and climbed in volume with every repeat of her friend's name. There had been blood. Allison was shot. Allison was bleeding. "No, no, Derek, I can't- this isn't- she's hurt Derek, I don't-!! Where is she?! She was right-!" No she wasn't. She hadn't been right there. Lydia was standing somewhere completely different. She couldn't hear the hum of a jeep in in the distance, and there was no blood in sight. Stiles and Scott had been with her too, but where were they? "Oh shit... oh shit, Derek, she's-" Lydia deliriously struggled with her words just as much as she struggled with retracing her steps in her mind.
There had been a gunshot. Lydia screamed. Her and Scott ran to Allison. She wasn't breathing. She was bleeding from the stomach. She tried doing CPR but.. that didn't make sense. She would have had to apply pressure to the wound because anyone who knew anything about first aid would have known that..
That's right, she used her jacket. She had Stiles apply pressure with her jacket. But she was wearing her jacket, wasn't she? Lydia's breathing went ragged, suddenly hyperaware of how.. wet and heavy her coat felt. She slowly looked down and when she realized her coat was supposed to be grey, Lydia let out a strangled, pained sob. She couldn't peel the jacket off fast enough, but even when she dropped her jacket, her arms were still tinted red from the blood that seeped through the fabric. It wasn't just blood, it was Allison's blood. "Oh God, she's dead, Derek. She's dead. She's dead, I wasn't- we didn't-!" Lydia was sobbing again, and before she could even think to try and stop, the sound she made reminded her of something else. The sound of someone struggling to breathe.