pull me closer {teen wolf}

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We got to the rest stop and I helped Scott up. Allison had grabbed his other arm and helped to carry him away. We walked into the men's restroom and set him against the wall. He lifted his shirt up.

"Oh, my God... "

"Why didn't you tell us?" Allison asked.

"Sorry," he said weakly.

"Okay, just give us a second, okay?" Allison told him anxiously. She turned to us. "This shouldn't be happening. I've seen him heal from worse than this."

"Okay, what do we do, then?" Stiles asked. "Do we just call an ambulance?"

"What if it's too late? What if they can't help?" Allison asked. "No offense, but if magic can't help it- "

"We gotta do something," Stiles said.

"You know, it could be psychological," Lydia told us.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Like, psychosomatic?"

"Somatoformic," she corrected.

"Som... "

"A physical illness from a psychogenic cause?" she explained, impatient. "Yes, it's all in his head,"

"All in his head?"

"Because of Derek... " I trailed off. "He's not letting himself heal 'cause Derek died."

"So, what do we do?" Allison asked.

Lydia grabbed things from her purse. "Stitch him up. I'm serious! Maybe all he needs to do is just believe it's healing." Lydia looked at me, noticing my concerned expression. "You said he was rejecting your healing magic. I don't see a better option."

I nodded. "Okay."

Lydia got her thread and needle out. Allison took a lighter to burn the needle, sterilizing it. Stiles and I helped him get his shirt off and Stiles got some paper towels ready.

"He's gonna need another shirt," Allison said. "Where's his bag?"

"Um, I'm gonna get it," Stiles answered."I hate needles anyway, so... Uh, do you know what you're doing?"

Allison nodded. "Yeah, my father taught me."

"I mean, how fast are you gonna - I mean, the bus, like, the bus could leave," Stiles told her.

"Then make sure it doesn't leave," Allison said.

"I can help," Lydia said, grabbing Stiles.

"Lucy!" Alex called and I met him outside. "Is Scott okay?"

"I don't know yet," I replied and sighed. "Allison's stitching him up."

We waited near the bus, checking to see the progress of the clean-up. And then, Coach stepped out of the bus. Coach blew his whistle. "Let's go! Back on the bus!"

I looked at Stiles and Lydia, worried. Stiles and I stood in front of Coach, trying to reason with him. But then Coach, having enough of Stiles, sent him away.

"You know, Coach," I trailed off. "I think my time of month's coming. Like soon - now."

"And I wonder whose problem that is," said Coach.

I inhaled deeply and rolled my shoulders back. "Coach... " I sighed, not wanting to deal with him. Issac walked past me from Stiles and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What did you say to him?" I asked.

"Well... I think I bought us some time... " Stiles answered.