BATTLE SCARS [TEEN WOLF] [1]

TWENTY EIGHT

TWENTY EIGHT

She thought she had sat through her final burn treatment four and a half year ago. Considering she made a vow six years and three hundred and fifty-five days ago that she would never step near an open flame again. Yet she sat silently as Melissa treated the burns on her hands once again, confusion on the woman's face as she delicately held the teens blistered palms. The nurse practitioner had asked questions upon the arrival of the three teens she saw as her own children (one literally being her own child), her eyes wide in disbelief at the blisters on Kylee's skin once again. At the muttered excuse of drunk and a fire pit, Melissa quickly gathered the naturally clumsy brunette tripped and fell into the open flames, pity on her face at the fresh tear stains on the girls face.

Kylee was silent as Melissa worked, worrying the boys that accompanied her for the quick patch work. Thankfully they caught her in time, yanking her flesh from the flames that licked at it before she inflicted burns almost as severe as the ones she gained during the fire. While third degree burns were avoided this time, she did gain second degree burns on her arms and hands, causing the skin grafts to crack and the scarring to worsen.

The teen was lost in her thoughts, replaying the hallucination of her parents over and over again. It was haunting, just how realistic everything truly was and just how disgusted it made her feel. She believed their words, truly understanding that if she hadn't been in the house her father could've escaped faster. Instead he got caught in the flames while trying to find her to pull her from the flames as well. Ultimately she had killed her father, subjecting him to the harsh flames and blistering heat until it took his last breath from his lungs.

"Make sure you change the bandage every twelve hours." Melissa broke the girl from her self-destructive thoughts. "If you don't you could get an infection, which we don't want." Not that Kylee would mind an infection, maybe then her parents wish would come true. "Now, please stay out of flames."

"Thank you," her voice was barely audible, the three in the room straining to hear.

"Of course sweetheart," Melissa pressed a kiss to the brunettes forehead, gathering her supplies before leaving the room.

"What the hell happened tonight?" Scott was the first to break the silence, eyes wide in disbelief over the entire night.

"I think Lydia drugged us all with wolfsbane," Stiles muttered, brows furrowed.

"I thought that only affected the wolves?" Kylee mumbled, leaning back against Scott's headboard.

"Apparently not," Stiles gestured towards her bandaged arm. The female huffed, eyes rolling as she looked away from the boys and back at the bandages covering her arms. They irritated her, made her want to scratch and pick them away just as quickly as they had been applied. "Do you remember how Matt freaked?"