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

28| His Fault, My Fault

"I know he isn't okay," I tell Lydia as she sits in the backseat of Allison's car.

Allison and I are both worried about Scott. I still think he shouldn't have come here. I made it very clear this morning.

I lean against the wall near Scott's door in pain. He's dressed and ready to go.

"Stiles, tell him that he can't go," I say as I listen to my friend climb up the stairs.

"She's right."

I lift my shirt and show the injury identical to Scott. I groan, releasing my shirt and he rest his hand on my head.

"It's my fault your hurt."

"Yeah, no kidding," I respond in annoyance.

It's like being linked by something but I don't know what.

"He was trying to save me, Scott," I proclaim.

"It's not your fault."

"It is. Derek was trying to get Ennis away from me. They fell and he died. You're hurt. We're both hurt. So don't go. Please."

I look at Lydia through the rear view mirror of the car. She's staring at me expectantly.

"What?" I asked in pure confusion.

"I was just asking how are you so sure he's not okay," she replies.

I begin to feel faint and lift my shirt. The blood is seeping through the bandages. Allison gasps.

"Are you--"

"Okay?" I finish for her. I shake my head, "no."

Trying to spin the subject off me, Lydia changes it completely while reading her textbook.

"So is that whole 'not let them out of your sight' thing literal or more like a general rule?" She asks.

"Why?" Allison asks.

I look at her dashboard. "You're running on fumes."

Allison peers at her dashboard and lets out a distressed groan, "ugh."

"Yeah," Lydia teased. "And I'm pretty sure that bus holds a lot more gas than this Toyota. What if we stop? Is it really that big of a deal? I mean, so we lose them. We know where they're headed."

"You didn't see what happened."

"I know who started it."

"Is that was Aiden told you?" I ask in annoyance.

There's a long pause in the car. Allison silently agreeing with me while Lydia tries to figure out what just happened.

"Aiden? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second. Is that why you invited me on this whole, little, road thing." Allison and I exchange a quick glance. "You're both keeping an eye on them and on me."

"So there's nothing going on between you two?" Allison asks.

"I'm appalled by the insinuation."

I smile. "Nothing?"

"Nothing."

Lost in thought, Lydia pulls out her lipstick and begins applying it in a daze. I turn in my seat to look at her and she looks back at me. I raise my eyebrows.

"What?"

I shrug my shoulders and shake my hand. I jerk in my seat as the car screeches. Instinctively, I push my arms in front of Allison stopping her from hitting the wheel.