today i saw the whole world, teen wolf

𝟎𝟎𝟔 the bullet.

the bullet.

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SHE SITS UP IN THE passenger seat, turning her body towards Stiles. His eyebrows raise with worry, a small line forming on his forehead. She watches his thumbs beat rhythmically against the steering wheel. Stopped at a red light, Stiles finally takes his eyes off the road the find the reaction on her face.

She doesn't have much to read. Her blank face stares through him as her mind goes rapid. Her mouth opens slightly as if she would speak.

But, she never does. Too in shock to form any words.

"Paxton, what are you thinking," he shakes his head, still watching her with frightened eyes.

She blinks away her thoughts, "Okay," she inhales deeply before meeting his gaze.

"Okay? I just told you we're saving his life."

She nods softly before completely reeling herself back to reality. She chews the inside of her lip as she thinks of how to respond. "Well, we can't just let him die. Even if he might've done some really shitty things."

He frowns slightly, his head tilting as if he realized something. "You kind of sounded like Scott, just then."

"What, were you just gonna let him die?"

"Yeah, pretty much," he nods with ease.

She watches the streetlights pass them as they go further into town. "Is that why his arm looked like it was literally decaying?"

"Yeah, someone shot him with one of those bullets," he tucks his lips subtly, realizing he probably said too much.

"He was shot?" she shoots back up in her seat, watching as he has no reaction to how serious any of this is. "Why wouldn't you guys take him to the hospital?"

"He, uh, doesn't like hospitals. You know, no health insurance," he shrugs.

"Stiles," she says his name as a warning to tell her the truth.

He sighs, lowering his head for a moment. "There's some things we can't tell you, okay? And when we get here, there's some things you can't tell anyone else about. Not Allison, not Charlie, not anyone else you talk to."

She watches him like he's crazy, her mouth dropped as her eyebrows puzzle together. She watches his side profile, his long eyelashes, the tip of his nose, waiting for a reaction.

"So, basically, you want me to sit in the car while you and Scott play doctor and then take me home without any information?"

His mouth parts as he turns to her, meeting her hazel eyes. "Yeah, pretty much."

"No."

"No? Oh, come on. We just can't risk you knowing anything."

"And, you think not telling me means I won't find out on my own," her confused expression quickly changes into a mad one. "You literally needed me in order to save his life and you are still keeping secrets."

"Hey, to the grave means no questions asked," he defends himself, referring to when she had found the two boys in the locker room.

"Stiles, someone is literally dying. Like, as we speak," she moves around her hands as she speaks before rubbing her aching forehead.

He stays quiet as they pull into the clinic. He cuts the engine off before turning to her as she unbuckles the seat belt. "Just, stay in here."

She looks at him as his tone becomes more serious. She debates it, knowing it really must be bad. "I know you think you're helping by not telling me anything, but I promise I will find out on my own. So, you can either let me come in with you or you can just wait till I find out on my own and have to call you for help."