Full Moon //Derek Hale//

Twenty-Nine

Sitting in a bus seat with bloodshot eyes and an aching body wasn't a good sign, along with the gashes on my torso that left the bandages under my thick sweater pink. I whimpered as another shot of pain coursed through my body.

"Hallie? Still with us?" Stiles asked, glancing over the bus seat at me.

"Yeah." I uttered, curling up into a ball in the seat even though the pain was even worse then. I don't know how I was feeling pain, but it could've been from last night's events. Scott was still healing, but that still doesn't explain Derek's wounds that littered my body.

A memory came to of Scott and I glancing at each other as we looked over the ledge, watching someone I loved dearly fall to their death.

"Yo, Scotty. Hey, yo Scott? Still with me?" Stiles snapped as I also came to from the vision.

"Yeah, sorry. Uh, what's the word?" My brother's pained and tired voice rang from behind me.

"Anachronism."

"Something that exists out of it's normal time."

"Nice. Okay, next word... 'incongruous."

"Um, can you use it in a sentence?"

"Yes. Yes, I can. It's completely incongruous that we're sitting on a bus right now, on our way to some stupid cross-country meet after what just happened... incongruous." Stiles obliged, repeating the word once again.

"Out of place, ridiculous, absurd."

"Perfect. Okay, next word. Um, Darach." Scott and I whipped around to face Stiles while he continued on. " Darach, it's a noun." He turned towards us while I leaned my head back on the window. "We have to talk about it sometime, okay? And we're gonna be stuck on this thing for, like, five hours, so why not?"

Scott stay silent, leaning his head on the window as he looked at me, a sad look crossing his features.

"Next word... 'intransigent." Stiles said after not getting anything from his best friend.

"Stubborn, obstinate." Suddenly we hit a bump, causing pain to roll from Scott to me. I whimpered as my claws dug into the seat. Scott's hand quickly covering mine as I kept my eyes tightly shut while I controlled my pain and anger.

"Oh, guys, you okay?" Stiles questioned, staring at my brother who was wincing in pain. "We shouldn't have come. I knew it. We shouldn't have come."

"We had to. There's safety in numbers." I spoke, a frown on my face as I glanced at Isaac and Boyd who were occupying a seat far in front of us.

"Yeah, well, there's also death in numbers, okay? It's called a massacre... or bloodbath, carnage, slaughter, butchery, wow, that's-" Stiles suddenly cut himself off when he heard my brother grimace in pain. " All right, Scott, I'm telling coach that-"

Scott cut him off, "No. No, no, no. I'm all right."

"Yeah, well I'm not." I mumbled, digging my claws into my arms, trying to distract myself from the pain I was feeling all at once.

"Neither of you do. Would you guys just let me see it?" Stiles went to pull up Scott's shirt before Scott flinched and reassured us he was okay.

"You're not okay." I quietly said, chewing on my lip as I tried to breath in and out.

"Just let me see it, okay?" Stiles repeated.

"Okay." Scott gave in. He lifted up his shirt and I took a peek before turning my eyes up to the ceiling as Stiles took it in.

"Oh, dude."

"I know it's bad, but it's because they're from an Alpha. It'll take longer to heal."