All We Are

CHAPTER ONE

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf. 

Chapter One:

I glanced at my alarm clock, looked out the window at my old tree house and held my breath. There it was, two quick blinks of the flashlight. I grabbed extra pillows and blankets since it was a cold night and tried to be as quiet as possible while climbing out the window, and headed over to the tree house. My dad was off tonight, and there was no way I'd be able to explain myself if I got caught.

I had a little difficulty climbing, but I managed to hoist myself and the extra provisions up without falling or dropping anything. His back was away from me, the small first aid kit open and the make-up compact I had left up here as a mirror.

"Not too bad this time, I just needed to try and clean it before work-"

"Work? It's one in the morning Isaac" I said tentatively placing a hand on his shoulder, he flinched, keeping his back turned to me.

"It's gonna be worse if I don't go ahead and get it done, the funeral's tomorrow." He said putting the compact down. His movements were slow and cautious protecting himself from more pain.

"At least let me help you," I said.

He turned, and I saw the black-eye. It wasn't the worst injury I'd seen on him, though. I held up the flashlight to make sure I didn't miss any other marks. I knew something was up, though, Isaac only came here when it was awful. "What aren't you showing me?"

Without saying a word, Isaac lifted his jacket and shirt to reveal an infected looking abrasion on his back.

"Oh, Isaac-," I said trying to get my emotions in check.

"It's not bad, and He-he didn't do it I scratched it a few weeks ago when I was in- when I got stuck. I never cleaned it; that's why it looks bad." He said trying to reassure me.

I didn't want to upset him by arguing, so I just nodded.

"Lay on your stomach for me," I said keeping my voice steady, he complied.

I lifted his jacket and shirt up again.

"Pass me the peroxide, please."

He did.

"Now this is going to sting" I warned as I took the top off.

As soon as I had it open I held onto one of his hands with my left hand and poured the peroxide over the wound with the right. He hissed and gripped my hand tightly for a second but then relaxed. I watched the wound bubble with the peroxide and listened as it fizzed. I sat the bottle down and stroked his curly brown hair for a bit while I gave the peroxide time to work.

"If I told my dad-" I started, but he looked up at me worried.

"If you told your dad it would only make things worse." He said. His voice was strained with emotion, and I knew to drop it.

"Okay, I won't say anything. I just wish I could do something." I said as I dug through the kit for Neosporin and began to rub it on his back as gently as possible. When I finished, I grabbed some bandages and tape and covered the wound. "All done."

"Thanks," He said getting up. "And Charlie, you do more for me than anyone," He said squeezing my hand quickly before he began to climb down the ladder.

"Isaac" I called. His head popped back up through the floor.

"At least let me know when you make it home safe." He smiled before climbing down again. I sighed before following him down the ladder and watched him ride off on his bike before climbing back through my window.