Mason Defends Corey "Where was he when we were fighting a nine foot werewolf to save you? And why was he loyal to Theo for so long?" "Maybe because he died?" Mason said. "Theo brought him back, he didn't know who to trust." "He could have helped us." "He did. They weren't bitten, they were made. I was made. Liam, Hayden was made and she..." "Don't bring Hayden into this." "Why not? Because you love her?" Mason asked and Liam went quiet. "Well, I love Corey. He tried to protect me because he wanted to save me. He was scared, and Theo hurt him. Their pack was never a pack. You had Scott, Liam. You had Scott, and he helped you. Who did Corey have? He never had any of you." "Scott tried to help him." "By following him to the hospital where he was killed?!" Mason shouted and Liam took a step back. "You never helped him. He helped me. Scott dug his claws into his neck and..." "Scott knew what he was doing." "Did he? Scott wasn't himself. Liam, you tried to kill him!" "I was grief stricken alright?" "So what? You protect me, so why don't you protect Corey? ... You protect Hayden." "Don't bring her into this." "Why not?" "Because she tried. She tried to help. Corey... Corey..." "He has done what?" Mason asked and Liam went quiet. "He was turned by the dread doctors, which is horrific by the way. Then he was murdered and he was brought back to life by Theo, so of course he trusted him! Hayden was too, or did you forget?" "I didn't forget..." "Then why, after Corey was burnt and Malia had to save his life..." "He was burnt?" "Yeah. In Eichen House, Theo ordered them to..." "Take on Parrish?" "Yeah." "Why?" "Because they didn't know any better. He wanted to help me. He doesn't trust you, or Scott, or your pack. And this proves exactly why not." "Mason..." "Get away from me Liam," Mason said, and he left the locker room.
Stiles Strangled
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Stiles gasped and coughed as the Hunt let him go. "Stiles? You ok?" Noah asked as he came over to him. Stiles fell to the ground and his father knelt beside him. "Talk to me Stiles." "Yeah... Dad, I'm here." "Can you breathe?" Noah asked and Stiles nodded. There was a thud and they both looked over to see that Lydia had collapsed. The Wild Hunt called and Stiles nodded. Noah went over to Lydia and Stiles closed his eyes, trying to breathe.
"...Stiles?" "Come on Stiles," Noah said and Stiles opened his eyes. "Hey," Lydia said as she smiled and she placed her hand on his cheek. Stiles smiled and Noah put his hand onto Stiles's arm. "You passed out for a few seconds." "...yeah..." "Can you breathe ok? Are you alright?" "A check at the hospital might be a good idea," Stiles said before he smiled. He was tired and he let his head lull to the side. "We'll get you there Stiles. Can you help me carry him Lydia?" "I can. He can't be that heavy right?" "Not you... you don't need to..." "We're taking you Stiles." "You can barely talk. I've got his right arm." "I've got his left, on 3. 1, 2, 3, lift," Noah said and together they lifted Stiles up. Stiles passed out before they got him into the jeep.
"Easy Stiles," Melissa said as he tried to sit up. "Your throat's hurt," Chris added and Stiles relaxed back as he looked at them both. "You're in Beacon Memorial and yes," Melissa said before Stiles could interrupt her. "It's over. Everyone's back and they're ok." "My dad... Lydia?" "They're sleeping. They've been with you all night." "Oh..." "You'll make a full recovery but you need lost of rest Stiles." "I know." "Everyone fought to bring you back. It was just a shame that the hunt..." "They conjured Claudia. She was never real, but they had to make your father forget you." "You could never... never..." "Easy Stiles," Melissa said and Stiles nodded. "How is he?" Noah asked as he came into the room. "You should be in bed Mr Stilinski." "I couldn't sleep. With a dead wife and a son in hospital, how could I sleep?" "Hey dad..." Stiles said weakly and Noah came over to him with a smile on his face. "You're awake Stiles." "Yeah..." "Baby steps for him Noah." "I know. We can do that," Noah said, and he took Stiles's hand. Everyone left and Stiles looked at his dad. "Thanks..." "What for?" "Remembering me." "It was all Lydia. She made me remember." "Lydia..." "She's good Stiles. Don't let her go." "I won't...dad..." "Get some rest Stiles. The more rest you have the faster you will heal." "Yeah..." "Rest," Noah said and Stiles smiled at his dad. He let his eyes close and he drifted off.
