All We Are

Chapter 10

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF. 

CHAPTER TEN

Stiles had showed up shortly after Scott had dropped me off with a change of clothes. We decided on a story because as much as I tried to beg, bribe, and blackmail the nurses and doctors, they had called my dad.

As far as everyone who wasn't a werewolf, lizard-man, or me and Stiles was concerned, I had run into some of the other team fans in the parking lot when I left to put my purse back in Stiles' jeep. They ran their mouths, I ran mine, and I wound up getting dragged and dumped into the school pool which they mysteriously knew the location of. Stiles who had stopped on his way back from the locker room to talk to Lydia had seen them dragging me off and had followed to help. Also getting knocked in. Stiles had managed to call Scott, who came to the rescue.

When asked how the assailants knew where the pool was, Stiles' reply was "How the hell should I know, it wasn't exactly high on my priorities at the moment."

When asked why my wrist had gotten worse than before, my defense was that I had used it to try and fight off the attackers.

When asked what the assailants looked like we gave the same answer, it was dark they had hoodies on and the hoods up.

Dad didn't ask anything else, I don't know whether or not he believed me, but one thing was for sure, it was becoming disgustingly easy to lie to him. Stiles offered to take me home so Dad went back to work.

Scott drove up about halfway through all of the proceedings. When the three of us were alone, he told us what the Voldemort-Draco-esque hug was all about.

"He stabbed you in the gut?" Stiles was shocked.

Gerard had lost his shock factor for me about one wolfsbane-laced chocolate ago.

"I take it the Argents aren't exactly an option then?" I asked kicking my feet against the examining table. Scott glared at me.

"Too soon?"

Doctor Hillard rolled her eyes as she handed me my discharge papers.

"Think you can manage to keep it in a cast this time?"

"How long we talking?" I asked. Staring down at the red cast covering my left arm.

"6 weeks."

"6 weeks!?"

"What did you expect? I don't know what exactly you were doing, but the bone's cracked through... again, you're lucky it wasn't bad enough to need surgery." I groaned.

I could not take 6 more weeks of being in this thing.

"Can I go?"

"Yes. I'll see you Monday to take those stitches out."

"Can't you just do it now?"

Doctor Hillard looked at me.

"Fine, see you Monday." I sighed.

Stiles grabbed my bag of wet clothes and Scott followed us out. After we had said good night to Scott and got in the Jeep, Stiles turned to me.

"Maybe you should camp out with me and Dad tonight."

"I'll be fine," I said Isaac was coming and I wasn't going to miss him.

"Right because we didn't just almost get killed by some sort of Godzilla thing," Stiles said sarcastically.

"I'll be fine," I told him again.

"Yeah, fine, whatever, don't go crying to me when you're dead."