[BOOK 5] "𝙞 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚, 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 - 𝙞 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡."
For three whole months, Aspen and Stiles been happy. But that was until the Wild Hunt made it's way t...
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SCOTT held his head in his hands as his tear-stained cheeks began to dry up. He was sat in the waiting area of the Beacon Hills Hospital, his cellphone weakly held in his hand that wouldn't stop shaking.
All he could hear was the pacing footsteps of other attending doctors and nurses—and the constant beeping coming from Aspen's hospital room. She went into surgery for the bullet removal a while ago, and he'd been frozen ever since.
Aspen wasn't the only one who got hurt—but she was the only one who hadn't woken up yet. Melissa, Rafael, Mason and Lydia had all been wounded by the hunter who shot up Scott's house, but all of them were stable and awake.
Scott finally let out a very deep and shaky breath, lifting his head out of his hands as he sighed, looking around with tears in his eyes. He looked down at his cellphone, seeing the page that it had been switched on to for a few minutes now.
CALL: STILES STILINSKI
Scott hovered his thumb over the button to call his brother, but his hesitation was down to the fact he had no idea what he was going to say. He didn't think Stiles could ever forgive him for this— he kept all of this from him, and now the love of his life was hanging in the balance of life and death, and he wasn't here for her, he was on the other side of the country.
But Scott finally dialled Stiles, rubbing the palm of his hand over his face to wipe away some tears, holding the phone to his ear.
It rung about five times before the line connected, and Scott heard Stiles' voice.
"Scott?" said the Stilinski boy through the phone, "Hey, what's up? Something happen?"
Scott pursed his lips, closing his eyes as he swallowed a pained lump in his throat, not knowing how to break such news.
"Scott..." Stiles' voice was now a lot more knowing and serious, "Scott, what happened? I know what's goin' on back home, Aspen's been telling me everything..."
"Stiles, I...." Scott finally spoke up in a stuttery tone, "I— it all happened so fast..."
As those words uttered from Scott's mouth, over on the other side of the country, Stiles froze. He heard the stutters in Scott's speech, he picked up on the background noises of the hospital, and not to mention his actual choice of words: It all happened so fast. Stiles had heard him say that sentence, in that tone, once before in their whole lives—when Allison died.
"Scott?" Stiles' voice was a lot angrier now, not directed at his best friend, but at the fact he already knew something had happened to his girlfriend. "Scott— where is she?!"
"In surgery," Scott said as he blinked upwards, trying to hold back tears. "She— she was shot—"
"Who?" Stiles' voice was dark with rage as he responded, and Scott could already hear the sounds of rustling around, "Who did this to her? Was it River? Scott— y—you have to—you have to tell me—"
