Everyone Has Demons [Teen Wolf]

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The following morning I was sitting cross-legged in my chair, next to Allison, leaning on my hand. After Derek had dropped off the things I asked for, I'd tried to sleep but it was impossible. Melissa and Scott walked up. I shook Allison awake.

"Have you two been here all night?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, they wouldn't let us in, because we're not family," Allison told them.

"I tried to tell them we were the only family he had but..." I trailed off.

"Come on, we've got to be quick," Melissa said, motioning for us to follow her down the hall. She led us into Isaac's room and waited for us outside while we went to see him.

When we got closer we could see that his skin was black and blistered where it had touched the water. "He's not healing," Scott realized.

"Do you have any idea why?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Is he in pain?" Allison asked. Scott reached out and touched Isaac's arm and nodded. He grimaced as his veins turned black. It was the same as when Isaac had taken away the dog's pain at Deaton's clinic all those months ago. Isaac shifted and his face relaxed.

"It won't help him heal, but it'll help with the pain," Scott said. "We should probably go."

"Wait," I said. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a sachet, I opened Isaac's hand and closed his fingers around the tiny bag. "I asked Derek to bring me supplies to make a healing sachet while you were asleep," I explained to Allison. "Maybe it'll help."

"The marble worked," Allison offered encouragingly.

"Are you coming to school?" Scott asked me.

I shook my head. "I'm running on empty. I've got to get back to the loft and sleep, or I'm not going to be any help to anyone."

"That's probably a good idea," Allison said. We both glanced back at Isaac.

"He's going to be okay," I reassured her.

"I hope so."

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I was awoken from my nap by the sound of the elevator. I walked downstairs, feeling refreshed, expecting Derek. I stopped on the stairs when I saw Peter. "Oh, it's you." I turned around and began to head back up to my room.

"Aren't you supposed to be at school?" He asked.

"I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now, Peter." I walked up the steps. Peter followed. I ignored him and began gathering the things I needed to make protection sachets for the rest of my friends.

"How are your little magic spells working?" Peter asked.

I sighed. "I've improved," I said, too tired to come up with a sassy response.

"You know, you'd make a good werewolf."

I gave him a strange look. "I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

"Why haven't you asked for the bite yet? I'm sure you've thought about it."

For a moment I was quiet, considering how I wanted to answer. But Peter didn't look like he was baiting me into some joke, he looked genuinely curious. So I told him the truth, "I'm scared."

Peter just looked at me, as if he was now unsure what to say. But he refused to break eye contact, and I wasn't about to be the first one to look away. Finally just said, "You're strong enough for it."

My phone buzzed, alerting me to a text from Scott. "Stiles is back." I stared at it for a second before calling him.

"What do you mean Stiles is back? You can't just send me a text like that with no explanation," I hissed.