Healing Love- Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Fifty Nine- Answers

"Scott, what happened?" Rosie dismissed the eyes which were wide on her from both parties, and focused on her bleeding brother on the floor. They could not believe their eyes that she was talking to them, even if Scott was in danger.

Instead of a reply, Scott grunted and tried to curl over to ease the pain in his abdomen. Stopping him from doing so, Stiles forced him to lie back down flat as he could apply pressure to the oozing wound.

"What happened?" She finally spoke to Stiles in a panic struck state, which was to his surprise.

"I- uh- I don't know." He stuttered as he couldn't pick the right words to say, whether to tell her about what she is or help her with Scott. "He came home from the hospital like this."

"I don't get it, hes not healing." Lifting up Scotts stained shirt, she examined the wound which, with each breath, leaked more blood. Stiles' hands were covered in Scotts blood as he tried to stop the bleeding.

"Gerard." Scott finally spat out in between grunts of pain. "Stabbed me."

"Scott, I know its hurting, so blink once for yes and twice for no. Did it have wolfsbane on it?" His eyes fluttered twice, indicating that the answer was no and that there was no wolfsbane on it. "Keep pressure on it."

Leaving Scott and Stiles on the floor, Rosie rushed to the kitchen in search of things to help the healing process. She rummaged through her mothers first aid box and found gauzes and bandages, then went rushing back with them in her hand.

Immediately she removed Stiles hands, making him almost collapse at the touch, and placed gauzes onto the bleeding wound, once again applying pressure. Her breathing was ragged, along with Stiles as they attempted to save Scott.

"Why don't you get your mom?"

"Because I know he will heal. Now imagine me telling her why he healed." She replied quickly, lifting up the gauze to see more blood was continuing to escape the wound.

"What if he cant?" Stiles asked, looking her in the eyes instead of down at Scott. For the first time she engaged letting her eyes meet his.

"He can."

"Im- sor-sorry." Stuttering, Scott tried to apologize to his sister as if he was saying his last words. As if it was the end.

"No, Scott. No." tears pricked at the corners of her eyes after hearing her brother so weak and vulnerable but she couldn't let herself believe that this was their last words. "You can tell me that when you've healed, yeah? Then I can forgive you. Because I will. Only if you hold on, okay?"

"It was- my fault." His hand shook as he lifted it up to place it upon her face, leaving a handprint of blood on her face. This handprint was broken by Rosie shedding a transparent tear through the mark.

"No its not. Its okay. I swear, its okay." With her hand she placed it on Scotts on her face and moved it to the wound before turning to Stiles, her eyes hopeless. "Get me some more of these or tissues, or something. Just- just help me."

Blankly, Stiles ran to the cupboard which Rosie had found the first aid kit and too began rummaging through it. In the midst of the situation, Stiles had pushed back his knowledge of Rosie as he was caught up in the moment.

"Here." He came back to the two on the floor, giving Rosie more gauzes as he stayed stood up, watching them. Rosie gathered them and again, applied them to Scotts open wound. While watching, Stiles had a lot of time to think and thought of a reason why Scott was not healing. "Wait, he said it was his fault didn't he?"