"ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ꜱʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴜꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ"
in which mariana parker, who has a dark past, gets taken from it; sanctioning in beacon hills, california. she then meets scott mccall and stiles stilinski. it was only a matter of time before they find...
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"JARED, YOU SUCK!" COACH YELLED badgeredly as the runners fled out the bus. scott was getting worse by the hour and they needed to pull over. when coach wouldn't let that happen, stiles had convinced the motion sick boy to 'let it rip'. mariana and stiles carried scott out the bus, lydia and allison rushing to help. apparently the girls had been following them the whole time in allison's car.
they walked into a family restroom, sitting scott up against the wall. the beta sat on the floor. allison lifted his shirt, his scratched side now oozing black blood, his veins showing through his bruised skin."oh my god" allison quavered,. stiles, lydia, and mariana eyes' widened "jesus" she muttered.
allison received a weak 'i'm sorry' from the injured boy. "just give us a second, okay?" she spoke, taking the three teens to the sideline. "this shouldn't be happening, i've seen him heal worse from this" allison agonized to the three. "okay, so what do we do? do we just call an ambulance?" mariana fretted.
"what if it's too late, what if i can't help" the huntress worried, pacing her body side to side. "we've got to do something" he replied, looking at his best friend. "you know, it could be phycological" lydia voiced out, looking between the three worried teens. "what do you mean?" stiles questioned, "like psychosomatic?"
"somatophobic" she corrected, "a physical illness from a psychogenic cause" she explained, stiles looking at her as if she was speaking another language. he gestured his hands frantically, telling her she needed to dumb it down for him.
"yes, it's all in his head" she confirmed. "because of derek" he stated, receiving a nod from lydia, "he's not letting himself heal cause derek died" she concluded. "so what do we do?' allison asked. lydia pulled out a needle and thread, holding up the two objects, "we stitch him up. maybe all he needs to is to believe its healing"
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stiles, lydia, and mariana were now outside with the rest of the team. lydia and mariana were making sure the bus didn't leave without them. stiles just hated needles. the two girls were now walking around after they had convinced coach scott would take a few minutes in the bathroom. "how do you guys do this?" the parker girl asked the strawberry blonde. "do what?"
"saving your town over and over again. dealing with all these life threatening problems" the girl sighed, she didn't even know herself. "honestly? i have no clue. i'm a lot different than scott. i...i find the bodies. i feel like i'm always surrounded by death, just predicting thing after thing"
"that sounds...traumatizing and terrifying. and exhausting. i'm sorry you go through that. i bet it takes a toll on you. and you probably don't get enough credit than you deserve. thank you for doing what others could never do. it takes a certain kind of special" mariana spoke truthfully. there was something that washed over lydia. no one had ever really told lydia what mariana told her.
