The Outbreak

Chapter 21

Stiles POV

I walk over to Scott and I'm about to grab the supplies, but Scott stops me. "No. Let me do it. I want to do it." Scott offers me. I shrug in response and let Scott tend to my wounds. I wince a little as he dabs the wound with the alcohol wipes. "Ow, it stings." I hiss as a sharp stinging pain shoots up my arm.

"Sorry." Scott apologizes and tries to be more gentle. It still hurts, but I know it has to be done. Once the cleaning is complete, Scott grabs the large roll of bandage and starts unravelling it. I watch as Scott's shaky hands start to wrap the bandage around my wound tightly, but not too tightly. "Do you think I'll need stitches?" I ask worriedly. I'm always good at examining other people's injuries, but I've never been good with my own. I usually start to panic and freak out, thinking it is worse than it actually is. "I'm no medical expert, but I'm gonna say no. I think if you keep it clean and bandaged, the wound will slowly heal. The bite marks look deep, but not deep enough for stitches. However, I'd say if it hasn't made any progress in a week, then maybe it would be best to get some stitches." Scott informs me as he finishes wrapping the bandage around my arm. He grabs a bit of tape and sticks it onto the bandage, ensuring that it doesn't unravel and fall off. Scott let's go of my arm and takes a step back, admiring his work. I twist my arm a little just to see how it feels. The pain has subsided a lot, but there is still a little bit of pain, but I know it'll fade over a few days or so.

I glance back up at Scott and smile gratefully. "Thank you." I tell him in a soft and gentle voice. Scott smiles back at me, his cheeks tinged slightly pink. "No problem. I know enough about the very basics of first aid to keep someone from bleeding out. Now, stitching someone up or pulling a bullet out of someone... That's a different story." Scott replies. I notice that his hands are now covered in blood. My blood. It makes me feel a little woozy, but I manage to keep myself together. Scott quickly wipes his hands against his pants, managing to wipe off some of the blood, but it now stains his pants. He doesn't seem to care though. Scott and I stare at each other for a few moments, neither of us knowing what to say. I feel very awkward. I shift my weight uncomfortably. I don't know where Scott and I stand now. No matter whether he believes me or not, I did lie to Scott and kept something very important from him. If I had just been brave enough to talk to Scott, then we could have avoided this whole mess.

"So... You believe me then?" I ask my best friend hopefully, just for clarification.

"I don't know how it's possible, but yes, I believe you. I am so glad that you're somehow immune to the virus because you were right. As much as I tried and reasoned with myself, I couldn't bring myself to kill you. If you had turned, I would have probably let you chew my face off." Scott admits a little bashfully. I manage to chuckle a little. My hand starts to fidget with the bandage as I begin to get nervous, not really sure where to go from here.

"Are we... Okay?" I ask in a quiet voice, scared of the answer. Scott might not have killed me and now knows that I'm not infected, but he could easily still be angry at me for lying. Scott gazes at me for a moment, considering his options.

"Yeah, we're okay." Scott replies with a nod. I breathe a sigh of relief.

"But..." Scott says as he steps towards me.

"Oh god, there's always a 'but' isn't there?" I groan in dismay. Scott giggles at my reaction, smiling at me sweetly.

"You didn't let me finish, silly." Scott remarks as he takes a few more steps closer to me until he's right in front of me. My heart jumps nervously. "But I want to be more than okay." Scott finishes, his voice soft and quiet with a hint of nervousness. "Well, I... What do you mean by that?" I ask bluntly and stupidly. Scott's smile turns into a smirk before his hands reach out and caress my face and he leans in closer to me, our noses touching. "Let's see what that kiss on the roof would have been like." Scott whispers to me. I nod quickly in enthusiastic agreement and lean in, crashing my lips against Scott's. I close my eyes and let myself enjoy the sweet and blissful kiss, wrapping my arms around Scott's neck, pulling him even closer to me. The kiss is almost electric; it feels like sparks are flying everywhere. It is everything I wanted and more. Our bodies are pressed against each other and I hold my breath as I continue to kiss Scott with as much passion as possible. I never realized how soft and full Scott's lips were until just now. I accidentally hum a little in pleasure as Scott deepens the kiss. I feel my cheeks burn up, but it doesn't seem to phase Scott in the slightest.