The Outbreak

Chapter 22

Stiles POV

Finally, we make it back to the hospital. As always, there's quite a lot of hustle and bustle around the place. It looks like one of the patrols just got back. Scott and I walk inside the hospital, nodding in acknowledgement to the people walking past us. I can't help but feel nervous and extremely aware of the bite wound and bandages on my arm. I know it's stupid and ridiculous, but I feel like someone will be able to see through the jacket and the bandage to see what the wound actually is and then act on it (aka killing me). However, I know that X-Ray vision isn't real and that no one knows about my injury, except for Scott. He almost killed me for it, so I don't really want to imagine what other people would do about it. They respect me, but they don't love me the way Scott does. They would want me to die before I became one of those things. Which is understandable, but I don't think I'll ever become one of the infected. I've been waiting to turn for almost five years and nothing has happened. I just wish that everyone could be immune to this virus thing, but unfortunately, that's not how life goes. This immunity thing is rare, especially of the government are out there looking for immunes to experiment on. From what Meg told me, it doesn't sound like they have seen many immunes before, so that leads me to the conclusion that there aren't many immunes around. At least I know that I'm not the only one though.

"Hey," Scott says quietly from beside me as we walk. I turn to him in confusion. Scott smiles softly and reassuringly at me. "It's going to be okay, Stiles. I promise. You're not going to get hurt." Scott tells me in a quiet, but confident voice. I find myself smiling back at him. "Thanks, Scotty." I reply, feeling very lucky to have him here. I'm so glad that he stupidly decided to walk through the valley in broad daylight and the infected chased after him. Otherwise, I might not have found him again.

"Let's go check on the weapon supplies." I suggest. Scott nods in agreement and we start walking down another corridor together, side by side. As we pass by one of the rooms that is used for treating the I'll and injured, I notice Meg tending to a little girl, who is coughing badly. Meg looks up as we pass. We stare at each other for a few moments as a million thoughts run through my mind. Why is she defending the immunes? Why did it look like she was trying to warn me when she was explaining what Boltz would do? Does she know about me? How?

"Stiles? Are you coming?" I hear Scott ask from up ahead, shaking me out of my thoughts. I notice that I've stopped walking and I'm standing outside of the door, still staring at Meg. I glance over to Scott, who is gazing at me worriedly. "Oh, um, go ahead, I'll catch up if I can. I think I just have to talk to Meg for a minute." I tell Scott with a smile. Scott looks a little unsure, but I nod encouragingly at him and Scott seems to relax a little. "Alright. I'll see you soon." Scott resigns, giving me a small, but loving smile. My heart leaps a tiny bit, loving the way Scott looks at me like that. "See you soon, Scott." I reply in agreement. I watch as Scott turns around and continues walking down the corridor. After a few moments, I turn back to the room that injured and ill are being treated in. Meg is still looking over at me.

"I think we need to talk." I tell her. She nods in agreement. She looks over to one of the other people looking after the injured and unwell in the room and says that she will be back in a minute. Meg gets up and walks over to me. "I'm guessing you want to talk in privately?" Meg asks me. I nod quickly.

"Yeah, that would be best." I reply.

"Alright. Follow me." Meg agrees and walks out of the room, with me following along behind her. We find our way into a small, private room where no one seems to be in it at this point in time. It looks like an abandoned storage room or something. I close the door behind me. "What's up?" Meg asks me curiously, leaning against a wall.