Tethered // Teen Wolf // Isaac Lahey

SIXTY-EIGHT

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains mentions of bodily harm and medical practises.

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SCOTT

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"She should be here by now," Isaac shuddered softly as he sat up, his hand pressing against his bandaged stomach.

I tensed, trying not to show my own concern because he was right. No matter if Korey had stopped to change or had walked the whole way to the clinic, she was supposed to have been here by now.

"Call her again," Chris demanded, lowering his phone from his ear, "I keep getting the same message, and it can't be right."

"No, it's right," Allison mumbled, nervously putting her phone on speaker.

'Sorry, the number you have dialled has been disconnected.'

"Alright, that's it," Isaac groaned softly, sliding off the lab table, "let's go and find her."

"You're not going anywhere," Stiles quipped, "we promised Korey we'll keep you safe, and that means you stay here and the rest of us go looking for her."

"I'm not going to sit on my ass while my best friend could be in danger," Isaac snapped, taking a few careful steps forward, "now, again, let's go."

I shook my head softly, moving towards him and pushing him back, "Isaac, sit down. I'll go and I'll find her but Stiles is right, you have to stay and keep healing."

Isaac glared up at me, "Why'd you let her walk home after everything? You guys came from a field of corpses, and just because she wanted to, you let her walk home alone?"

My heart pinched painfully, "I didn't think anything could happen to her." Because Korey was stronger than me, faster, smarter, and always able to weasel herself out of even the worst situations. I never had to worry about her.

"She still gets hurt," Isaac muttered, his eyes narrowing, "she still feels pain, even if she's strong."

I swallowed his words bitterly before nodding curtly, "We'll find her. She probably just—" My phone rang, cutting off the rest of my supposedly reassuring sentence.

"Maybe that's her," Allison breathed out hopefully, "answer it!"

I scrambled to dig my phone out of my pocket, eyeing the 'No Caller ID' message before I picked up the call, putting the call on speaker. "Hello?"

"McCall? Is that you? Please tell me that's you because I have been scouring hell and earth trying to find your God damn number— I mean fuck's sake, I found Coach Finstock's number first and I had to call him— not the point actually, is that you, Scott?" Paisley rushed out all in one breath, panting softly at the end of her sentence.

"Yes," Lydia answered for me, "yes, it's Scott McCall."

"You don't sound like Scott McCall, but I'll take what I can get," Paisley huffed softly, "is Korey with you guys?"

My mind caught up to what was going on, and I gripped my phone tighter, "No, she's not. She was supposed to come find us two hours ago but she never showed."