Lydia's pov:
"So what now? We go find the Yuki?" I ask, hugging my knees to my chest. We let Stiles sleep for a few more hours and let's just say it wasn't fun when he woke up. Immediately, a burning pain flowed into my shoulder. The same shoulder Stiles cut was on.
"No. I go find the Yuki." Stiles argues, gaze digging into my skin. He sat all the way across the room from me, afraid of causing me anymore pain.
"Accept the fact that you're not going alone because if I have to repeat it one more time I'll kill you myself." Allison spits.
"Found it." Scott renters my room with a large book in hand and it's pretty old by the looks of it. He sets it neatly only bed and we all gather around him as he flips through the pages.
"You were gone for fifteen minutes, how'd you get back so fast?" I ask. Scott volunteered to walk to the library in order to get some sort of book he'd remembered reading.
"I ran..." He says and I almost forget about his werewolfy-ness.
"Anyway, it says something about control." Scott flips to a particular page and we all start to read.
If spirit is not fully capable of controlling ones abilities, they should not attempt to find their demons.
"That's it?" Stiles interrupts and we all turn to look at him. "I am in control. Obviously." He pouts, flopping back in his earlier seat.
"Maybe not in the way you think." Scott says before reading out loud. "Can you heal yourself?"
"WHAT?! I CAN DO THAT?" Stiles stands again, ripping the book from Scott's hand in surprise. I watch as he reads in silence, his back turned to us while he mutters the worlds.
"Okay. Maybe I'm not in control." He speaks mostly to himself. I step forward, gently placing a hand on his non-injured shoulder and he whips around, jumping away from me. He almost looks scared, as if he could hurt me just with a single look.
"Not the Yuki...not yet." I speak quietly, his eyes still drained on me. Pain radiates from my shoulder again and I wince, grabbing the spot. Stiles steps forward, reaching a hand out but he quickly retracts it when I look to him.
"You're still in pain?" I ask softly. He hesitates, eventually nodding a bit.
"I-I'm going to hurt you." He whispers, fumbling with his hands. I almost forget for a moment that Allison and Scott are here, not saying a word as they watch. I grab Stiles hand and he tries to pull back but I grab it tighter, bringing him to me.
"You should know by now that I don't care." I say, resting my head on his chest. With a sigh, he gives in, wrapping his arms protectively around me.
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Authors note:
YOU'RE A FREAKING LIAR IF YOU SAY THAT YOU DON'T CRY WATCHING CHARLIE ST. CLOUD EVERY TIME. CAUSE I CRY EVERY TIME. EVERY DAMN TIME.
Thank you. That's all.
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe
