[𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘?]
i have nothing left to prove,
'cause i have nothing left to lose.
see me bare my teeth for you.
who, who are you?"
‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.° ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °.𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊ ₊˚.࿐°
𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞...
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After nearly thirty minutes, Stiles finally managed to get the coach to pull over the bus. Allison pulled up behind the bus, all three girls hastily jumping out of the car. As Helena fixed her low-rise jeans she saw students toppling out of the bus one after another, all gagging and covering their noses. Allison rushed over to Stiles who had Scott leaning against him with an arm wrapped around his shoulder for support. She took ahold of his other arms, copying Stiles and quickly rushing him into the public toilet. Lydia and Helena followed close behind, jogging into the bathroom and shutting the door behind them. The blonde grabbed an old rusty pole and slid it through the door handles, bending it into an arch to stop any intruders from entering.
Allison laid Scott down against the tile wall between the sinks. Helena's eyes wandered around the room, grimacing at the horrendous smells coming from the filthy toilets, the potent smell of urine invading her nostrils. Exactly what she imagined from the first Saw movie. The floors and walls were grimy and stained. She inwardly gaged trying her best to block out the smells. Allison carefully peeled back his blood-stained shirt to reveal the exposed wounds on his torso. Lydia and Stiles grimaced at the bloody sight. Three large claw marks embedded into his skin, the tissue torn apart and oozing thick black blood. Dark veins erupted from the wound etching his skin like roots.
"Oh my god," Lydia mumbled, "Why didn't you tell us?" Allison demanded, looking up at Scott with worry and frustration. He mumbled back a 'sorry' giving her a small smile as she stood back up making her way towards the others. Helena coughed, shaking her head, "Wowza, that's a mighty smell, my werewolf friend," she choked out, eyes bulging from her skull like a cartoon character in an old tv show. "That wound reeks of infection." She grumbled, "This shouldn't be happening. I've seen him heal from worse than this," Allison rushed out, breathing becoming erratic as they huddled around her in a small circle. "Do we call the ambulance?" Stiles questioned, looking down at his friend in worry. "What if it's too late? What if they can't help?"
"Then we go to a vet and they can put him down," Helena commented, chuckling at her own joke, trying to hold back a snort while everyone stared at her. "You're not funny." Allison stated making the blonde let out a breathy laugh, "Ah don't worry Allison, he'll be sent to a better place." She comforted, resting a hand on her shoulder, "With doggy bones, squirrels and lots and lots of sticks." She continued looking into her eyes with mock empathy, snorting loudly seeing the look on her face.
When Scott moaned once more in pain she look down at him, analysing his wound, sweat pooling out of his skin as he held onto the trap of the sink for support, resting his head against it. "You all are being so dramatic. It's probably Phycological," She stated, looking back at the others, "What? You mean like, psychosomatic?" Stiles asked. "Somatoformic," Lydia and Helena corrected with a slight eye roll at Stiles' cluelessness. "A physical illness from a psychological cause," Stiles waved his arms around in frustration "English, please!" The blonde shook her head.
"It's all in his head," She continued, "He's inflicting the pain on himself mentally, basically because of the guilt he feels from Daniel's death." Everyone looked at the girl in confusion, "You mean Derek?" She nodded her head, "Yes, that's what I meant. Daryl's death." Lydia rolled her eyes, "Derek," She corrected. Helena shook her head in annoyance, "Ah, what's the difference? Damian, Derek, Dylan, Diego, Dora," She listed, "They all begin with 'D'."
They all shook their heads, "What should we do?" Alison questioned and Lydia quickly rummaged through her bag pulling out a needle and thread. "Stitch him up," Everyone grimaced at the idea while Helena lent against the grimy tile wall. "I'm serious! Maybe all he needs to do is just believe he's healing," Lydia explained and Helena nodded her head in agreement. "He's gonna need another shirt, wheres's his bag?" Allison asked while sterilising the needle with Helena's lighter. "Um, I'm going to step back because I hate needles so- uh, do you know what you're doing?" His voice shaky, "Yeah, my father taught me."
"I mean how fast are you gonna- I mean, the bus, what if the bus leaves?" He stuttered hurriedly. "Well, then make sure it doesn't leave," Allison stated as if it were the simplest thing in the world. "I can help, come on," Lydia piped up, dragging Stiles out of the bathroom but stopped, looking back at Helenaexpectedly and back down to the blocked door handle.
She sighed pushing herself off of the wall, pulling her white long-sleeved top that had ridden up slightly, down and slowly unbending the curved metal pole and discarding it to the floor. The door flew open and Helena rushed outside breathing in the fresh air and sighing deeply. "My lord it stunk in there, piss, shit and wet dog all in the same room. My nose is going to need therapy after that," She remarked holding her hands up high, stretching out her back and letting the cool air fly through her short golden hair.
After grabbing Scott's bag and quickly handing it back to Allison- Lydia, Stiles and Helena waited outside of the bus when Coach began calling everyone to get back on the bus. Lydia tapped the ball of her foot impatiently on the ground when Allison and Scott came stumbling out of the bathroom. Lydia rushed over to help while Helena stayed where she was, watching from afar as a crowd of teens began cheering and hooting. From what she could tell, Scott looked a lot better. His posture was straighter, his excessive sweating had stopped and he didn't look as if he were about to pass out. Stiles stood not too far away from the blonde, watching the crowd when the others came up to join him.
"Stiles, what's happening?" Scott asked in confusion to his friend who just shook his head, "They went after him. I told em' what was happening with him and they just went after him," He explained, "Who, Boyd?" He asked before rushing off. "Issac, Issac, Issac, Back off!" Coach roared at the boy, Danny then ran up but was pushed back when he tried to drag him away. By now Helena was standing next to Danny who looked down at the girl doing a double look when he realised she was standing next to him. "You- What- How did you- When did- You know what? Never mind," Helena shrugged her shoulders, continuing to play the game on her phone.
Scott broke through the crowd of students who were taking videos and photos, making his way to the front. "Issac!" He roared getting everyone to stop what they were doing. Issac pulled back from a wincing Ethan who had a busted lip. Blood ran down his nose as he looked shakily at Scott. The only sound filling the silence was the music from Candy Crush playing on Helena's phone. Danny quickly bent down to Ethan, checking to see if he was ok. Whispers floated around the air as everyone looked between Issac and Scott.
Before she knew it Helena was sitting on the bus next to Danny who had Ethan resting on his shoulder. The two had a brief chat before he passed out cold. "Why are you even here or hanging out with them?" Danny asked nodding over to the supernatural clique and she shrugged. "Lydia likes my accent," At the mention of her name, Lydia looked up to the girl who sent her a quick wink before turning back to her best friend. "And they also found out I'm less than human and probably didn't want to leave me unattended while they were away. You know how paranoid and nosey Stiles is."
"You know I can hear you guys right?"
"All too well Amore," She grinned, flashing a dashing smile his way. "I told you to stay away from them," Danny huffed, "You and I both know that wasn't going to happen," She said, giving him a pointed look and he sighed. "You know I care about you right Helena?" Danny murmured and she let out an 'aww', giving him a big smooch on the cheek leaving a lipstick stain. "Je t'aime aussi," She said before laying her head down on his free shoulder, "So... You and Ethan hmm?" She teased, wriggling her eyebrows suggestively. Danny shook her off of him in annoyance causing the girl to snort in amusement. "You're an idiot," He mumbled and she laughed, laying back down on him, "You know you love me," Danny sighed, "Unffortionatly."
