mrsxilinsxi:
his eyes followed her gaze, only now really spotting the blood smeared across her skin and as it sounded, it might’ve just been her own. stilinski felt a whole new wave of compassion and sorrow for her. the world was a cruel place, and he genuinely wondered if god had a way of explaining any of this. “i’m sorry,” he muttered softly, “i wish i could explain it to you in every detail, but i don’t know how it is poossible myself. it is possible, however. you’re not the only one who miraculously was given another chance.” he purposely chose his words that way, because a) he genuinely believed in these second chances and b) he didn’t want to use the word come back to or return to life when she’d been in a place with zombies. “friends of my son have gone through the same thing as well. it’s confusing, i know, and the memories must be traumatising, but i promise you’ll be okay.” he reached inside his pocket, pulling out and offering an unused handkerchief to her to wipe of the blood. “how about we get you to your place and you can properly clean yourself up? if you want, i can answer any questions you have on the way.”
beth’s blue eyes flickered up to his face and then back down at her own hands, a look of what could only be amusement on her face. “it’s just... it’s just not possible.” she whispered, bringing her hands to her head. to her forehead. “i was shot. i was shot.” she said quietly, before letting her hands drop. “i... i don’t think i have a place?” she said, confused, her brows furrowing. “how would i?”