Once again

4. - Person in black Toyota

The car braked sharply and stopped. Two people got out. Male with short brown hair and female with strawberry blonde hair. They were sustaining third male with dark brown hair that were felling into his eyes. If he would be fully conscious, he would probably deflect them. But he wasn't.

They went to the door of the vet as quick as they could. Scott between them was slowly and oafishly moving his flabby legs, trying to help them.

Female knocked at the door. They heard footsteps and their friend Deaton, veterinarian, opened the door.

When he saw them, at first he smiled at them. But then he noticed third person between them and smile on his face was gone.

"What happened? Bring him in!" he ordered right after.

They walked in and put Scott on the table. He was belly down, since he got shot in his back.

He mumbled something.

"Scott, don't overpower yourself. We got this," Deaton said to him and rolled up his white T-shirt. He looked at his wound. It didn't look good. His blood was black and tiny chickpeases were climbing up his back. They were heading into his heart, which would be deadly for him.

"We think it's filled with wolfsbane," said Stiles and nervously ruffled his hair.

"Yes, I can see that..." whispered Deaton and started to rommage in his stuff.

"Then what do we do?" asked Lydia.

Deaton picked up the lighter from the drawer and answered: "We have to burn it out."

"Oh god..." said Stiles, all pale. He found Lydia's hand and squeezed it.

"Scott, prepare. I will count to tree, okay?"

He didn't reacted, but Deaton didn't bother with that. He had to do it nevertheless.

"One," Deaton lited a lighter.

"Two." Stiles closed his eyes.

"Three." Scott shouted through the room. Deaton started to burning out the wolfsbane out of his wound. He had to burn it all, otherway Scott's life could be still in danger.

After few seconds, which felt like several minutes, Deaton was finished. Scott's yell became quiet and he was slowly recovering.

"Please, Deaton, cover that wound," asked Stiles who has still closed eyes.

But he was already on it. He picked up bandage and bandaged his wound.

When he was finished, he helped Scott sat down.

"Thank you," he said. Then he looked at Stiles and Lydia. "All of you."

Three of them smiled at him, glad that it all ended up well.

"You still didn't answer my question," reminded Deaton while he was cleaning his hands from Scott's black blood in small washbasin on the wall. "What happened?"

Lydia sighted and leaned against the wall. "Hunter happened."

Deaton stopped washing his hands for a moment and looked at her.

"Hunter?" he raised his eyebrow. "Singular?"

"Yes, It seems like he or she was alone."

Deaton turned off the water tap and turned at them.

"Tell me more about that attack."

Stiles looked at first at Scott, then Lydia. When he saw that neither one of them is going to answer that question, he answered it himself: "I was in car with Lydia. Scott was standing outside of the car. We were talking, when that person in black car shot Scott in his back. Then he drove away fast. We just pulled him inside the car and drove to you."

Deaton rubbed his chin. He was thinking, trying to figure out some solution.

"So the hunter was in black car, you're saying. Didn't you noticed something more, like car brand or something like that?" Stiles and Lydia shook their, but Scott mumbled sometning.

They all turned at him, like they forget that he is even there. Lydia squatted down next to him and took his hands into hers. Stiles smiled. Scott and Lydia had an amazing friendship.

"What did you say? We couldn't hear you," she told him calmly.

He repeated: "It was Toyota."

Deaton looked at Stiles and said: "You should talk abot it with your dad. Try to find that car."

"Most importantly owner of that car," added Stiles. Deaton nodded.

Then he turned at Scott. "You can go home now, your woun should be stable. But if it get worse, call me immediately, do you understand?"

Scott nodded and tried to stand up. Lydia catched him from one side, Stiles from the other. With words of thanks, they left.

They helped him get in the jeep and then they get in themselves. Stiles turned on the engine and after few seconds they were on the way to McCall house.

Whole ride was quiet. Scott was too weak to say something and both Lydia and Stiles were dived in their thoughts. But when Stiles parked his jeep in front of Scott's house, he turned around. Scott looked at him tired, but curious about what is he going to say. But he didn't have chance to hear him out, because the door of the car opened and Malia's smiley head showed up.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" she asked Stiles and Lydia. "If you're here to visit Scott, then I'm sorry to disappoint you but he isn't home."

"Well, actually, we came here to bring Scott home," said Stiles and pointed at his best friend sitting, or better said, lying on the back seats. Malia looked at her boyfriend and smile on her face disappeared.

"What happened to him?" she asked with fear in hers voice.

"He got shot by a bullet filled with wolfsbane," answered Lydia. When she saw terrified look at Malia's face, she quickly added: "But we took him at the vet and Deaton took care of him."

After these words, Malia clearly relieved. She helped them get Scott out of the car. Then she said goodbye to them and while they were on their way home, she helped Scott to get into his room.

She put him down in his bed and caressed him.

"You should take a rest, Scott," she whispered gently. Suddenly his phone started to rang. He picked it out from his pocket and looked at the display.

"That's my alarm. I have training with Alec and Olivia today. I have to go." He tried to sat down, but Malia pushed him back to the bed.

"Are you crazy? You just got shot. I am not going to let you go."

His dark brown eyes looked into hers. "I have to go there, I promised them." He tried to get up again, but his girl pushed him back. Again.

"I will go."

He raised his eyebrows and asked: "Are you sure that you can handle two hyperactive teenage werewolf creatures?"

She laughed and nodded. Scott smiled.

"Alright then," he whispered and pulled her closer to him for a kiss.

Then he said: "Now go, so they don't have to wait long."

Malia smiled squeezed his hand for last time and walked away. But she stopped in the door, turned back and ordered to him: "But you will go to sleep. Now." Then she turned again and left.

Scott smiled and pulled closer one more pillow. There is nothing like too many pillows.

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Hey! Its been a while since i posted here (not that anyone reads this anyways) but just in case some lost soul came here, i wanna say thank you for reading this and also sorry bc u have no one to talk with about this book since no one reads it lol