𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 ❦「𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒」

𝟶𝟷𝟺《𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁》

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

Everyone rushes to escape the bus as the odour of Jared's puke becomes all too much for our noses.

"Jared, you suck!" Coach hollers "Hey, somebody grab some towels or a mop...or a new bus!"

Stiles and I take each of Scott's arms, helping my brother towards the bathrooms. Allison and Lydia catch up with us and I shoot them both a weak smile which they return.

We enter the bathroom and place Scott down, propping him up against the tiled wall. I lift up his shirt and grimace as I see the gnarly wound spilling pitch black blood.

"Oh, my God. Why didn't you tell us?" Allison asks him.

"Sorry" Scott smiles at her and I stand up, stepping back beside the others.

"Just give us a second, okay?" Allison tells him before walking over to us "This shouldn't be happening. I've seen him heal from worse than this"

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

"What if...What if it's too late? What if they can't help?" Allison states and I shake my head.

"Shut up" I warn her.

"What?" She asks, taken aback.

"Just shut up!" I snap, walking over to my brother.

I kneel down next to him and my eyes water a little as I grab his hand in my own.

"Hey" Scott murmurs weakly.

"Hi" I smile, brushing his hair back.

"Don't cry, witchie" He breathes out and gently squeezes my hand.

"Can I try something?" I ask cautiously and he nods.

I shakily place my hand over his wound and he winces, his eyes screwing shut as he takes in a sharp breath.

"Asinta mulaf hinto, sho bala" I whisper the incantation quietly, my eyes turning pink in colour.

My brother pries his eyes open and my eyes fade back to their usual brown.

"How do you feel, Scotty?" I ask him, lacing my hand back with his.

"It doesn't hurt as much" He answers and I smile happily "What did you do?"

"A pain reduction spell. It takes away some of the pain, but not all of it" I explain to him.

"Thank you, Natty" He sighs with a small smile.

"Anything for my brother" I coo, making him chuckle softly.

"Natalia?" I hear Lydia speak my name and I turn my head to see the others standing there.

"Did you figure it out?" I ask and she nods.

I give Scott's hand one last squeeze and stand up, stepping back next to my strawberry blonde haired friend. Allison heats up a needle with a lighter while Stiles helps Scott pull of his shirt before collecting paper towels.