Bronze Gold Shadow (Percy Jackson/Teen Wolf Crossover)

Scott's Pack

I hissed a little at the pain. My grip on my shirt tightened.

"Sorry," Melissa said. The woman looked at me with kind, concerned eyes. She reminded me of Sally Jackson.

"It's okay," I said. "It's just disinfectant. You'd think I'd be used to it by now."

She removed the wipe and grabbed a bandage. "You get cut often?" She asked.

"Something like that," I admitted.

"Well it doesn't look too bad," she said. "Based on the amount of blood, I thought it would be more life threatening but it looks like a giant paper cut. It'll heal in a week or two. You have some magic healing ability too?"

"Not exactly," I said.

I looked over at Jordan who stood in the corner. He had put some clothes on (thank the gods) but he wouldn't meet my eyes. He felt guilty for being a part of the fight that got me injured, for being so distracted by the Beast he didn't even realize I was hurt.

"Melissa, can we have a second?" I requested.

The woman met my eyes and she glanced over to Jordan. She nodded and finished up my bandage. She squeezed my arm and left.

I looked down at my wound. It started on my right side, just below my breast and ended below my ribs. Melissa also checked the scratch on my left shoulder but it had already healed. I let my shirt fall down.

"Jordan," I said.

"Don't," he said. Now he looked me in the eyes. "Don't say that I did what I had to, that it's okay, that it was the right thing. You got hurt, Lizzie. I didn't even..." he trailed off, a panicked look in his eyes. He sat down on one of the chairs in the room. "You could have died."

"I didn't," I denied.

He didn't reply. He just stared into nothing.

I shuffled down the bed so I was in his eyesight. I grabbed his hands. He looked up at me. "I didn't die," I told him. "I got hurt, yes. We've both gotten hurt. I'm still here."

He scoffed. "If Lydia and Kira hadn't come-"

"But they did," I interrupted. "Jordan, they saved me. I may have been hurt but I was also saved. Jordan, you did your job and you caught the Beast. Caught in the claws of the fiery beast. It was in the prophecy for a reason. That was what I asked you to do and you did it. I'm not mad at you.

"You're so hard on yourself because of what you were forced to do when you were just a kid. You did an amazing job raising me. You gave up everything for me but that wasn't fair to put all that stress on you. You deserve more than that." I reached up and tilted his head for him to look up at me. "You don't have to do that anymore. You can focus on yourself. You can let go of that. You can let me go."

He looked like he was about to cry. I gave him a small smile. He squeezed my hand. I understood. A hug was too much for him right now. So he just squeezed my hand. I squeezed him back.

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I was discharged quickly. There were other patients who had more fatal injuries than I did. Somehow, Stiles Stilinski had gotten himself hurt as well.

I walked down the hall with Jordan and there was Stiles, rubbing his bandage on his chest. His dad was slapping his hand away, trying to get him to stop. It didn't work. His hand kept sneaking under the hospital gown to his wound.

"You shouldn't do that," I advised. They both looked over. "It could aggravate the stitches and you could rip one, meaning you'll have to have them again."