transcendent ༜stiles stilinski༜ [1] (UNDER EDITING)

12| To Save or To Be Saved

I push past Stiles getting out of the elevator. Sheriff Stilinski stops us, grabbing his son.

"You know what? It's a good thing we're in a hospital, because I'm going to kill you."

"I'm- I'm sorry," Stiles stutters. "I lost the keys to my jeep. We had to run all the way here."

"Stiles, I don't care!"

I look past him and through the window of her hospital room. Lydia's mother pleads with her daughter softly stroke her face. I can hear her quiet sobs.

"Is she going to okay?"

"They don't know. Partially because they don't know what happened. She lost a lot of blood, but there's something else going on with her."

"What?" I ask. "What do you mean?"

"The doctor's say it's like she's having an allergic reaction. Her body keeps going into shock." Sheriff looks at me. "Did you see anything?"

Stiles and I shake out heads. "No."

"I have no idea," I add.

"What about Scott?"

"What do you mean? What about him?"

"Did he see anything?"

I look at Stiles then his father. "What do you- Is he not here?"

"What are you talking about? I've been calling him on his cell phone. I've gotten no response."

Stiles sighs. "Yeah, you're not going to get one."

I wipe the sweat off my brow and sit down by myself. I close my eyes. A vision is put clearly into my head. Claws ripping into the flesh of someone's throat. I can't see the face. Someone is going to die tonight. And it's not going to be Lydia.

~

I hug Sheriff's jacket tighter around my cold shoulders. Stiles suddenly grabs my arm after talking to his dad. I give the coat to Jackson and Stiles pulls me towards the elevator.

"Where are you going?" Jackson asks.

"To find Scott," Stiles replies.

"You don't have a car."

"I'm aware of that, thank you."

"Here, I'll drive."

I suddenly feel angry at him. "Look, just because you feel guilty all of a sudden doesn't make it okay, all right? Half of this is still both of your faults."

Jackson opens his mouth to speak and I stop him.

"Look, he has a car, Stiles. You don't."

Jackson nods. "Do you want my help or not?"

Stiles nods reluctantly. "All right. Did you bring the Porsche."

"Yeah."

"I'll drive."

I turn to walk out but Allison's dad and two other men appear in front of us. I lick my lips nervously.

"Aura, Jackson, Stiles. I was wondering if you can tell me where Scott McCall is."

"Scott McCall?" I ask. "Nope. Stiles?"

"Haven't seen him since the dance. Jackson, you?"

"I, uh, um, I-"

"Oh, for the love of God," Stiles mutters.

They grab us and roughly drag us down the corridor.