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Scott had said Liam was at the Hospital, so he ran. He had considered shifting, but figured driving was safer. Breaking the speed limit and deftly dodging Monroe’s armed militia, he flew to the hospital, outside of which he now stands. To the boy who had saved his life and then some, he flew. Staring at the harsh neon lighting of the hospital, he still doesn't fully understand why he needs so badly to be here, he doesn’t have the courage to go there yet, but he knows he has to help Liam, to save him, protect him.
Theo manages to sneak into the building and past the hunters, they seem preoccupied with hunting down something else. They don’t care about him – one boy all alone, not even a real supernatural creature. He wonders if Monroe and her hunters would care about him, if they would differentiate between himself and those like Liam and Scott, real werewolves, or if all such creatures were abominations to them, even cheap knock-off Chimeras, even failures, like Theo.
He can sense that Liam is somewhere on a higher floor, so he finds his way to the elevator, thankfully unmanned. It arrives quickly and quietly but seems determined to move at a painfully slow pace.
Theo uses this time to calm himself down, try and make a plan. He stops and listens at the walls.
Listening for the heartbeat he had found on several occasions already before and was quickly growing used to. He finds it racing just a few floors above him. He wills the elevator to go faster as he strains his senses to try and hear what’s happening.
"Go ahead, Liam. Run. It'll be more fun that way."
Came a distant voice; Gabe's, Theo concludes.
Theo’s eyes narrow and his heartbeat jumps, even if only for a second. He’s running out of time. He concludes that Liam is standing just in front elevator and there’s maybe 3 or 4 people standing in a group further down the hallway.
The elevator dings loudly and as the doors open, he doesn’t have any time to waste, Theo lurches forward. He flings himself toward Liam, wrapping his body around the werewolf as tight as he can, hurriedly pulling him backwards. Theo throws their bodies against the side wall of the elevator, covering Liam with his own as he hears the shots start to ring out. Shot after shot hit the walls, the doors, the floor, the ceiling, somehow all missing them. He uses this brief moment to check Liam over. No smell of blood.
Thank god, Theo thinks.
He wishes he could stay like this a little longer – holding Liam, protecting him, never letting him go. But the elevator doors have closed and he's about to be in an even worse situation than being shot at by a dozen hunters. Explaining to Liam why he just risked his life to save him, again. Why he turned up out of nowhere to track him down and rescue him. Why he came back. Again. For Liam.
And he has no idea what he's going to say.