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power of belief

Adrianna watched through slightly blurry eyes as Allison lit the flame and held it to the tip of the needle. One of the first things hunters learned was first aid, they were only human after all.

"He's gonna need another shirt. Where's his bag?" Allison requested, turning around to look at Stiles whom had torn up a bunch of paper towel for them.

"Um, I'm gonna get it. I hate needles anyway so-" He turned to leave but stopped, as if another quick thought filtered through his mind. "Uh, do you know what you're doing?"

"Yeah. My father taught me."

"I mean, how fast are you gonna-I mean the bus, like, the bus could leave." Stiles stuttered out, his energy levels sky rocketing through the roof as nerves ate at him.

"Well just make sure it doesn't leave." Allison pointed out, glancing back at him and putting on the gentlest tone she could.

"I can help. Come on." Lydia grabbed Stiles wrist and dragged him out of the bathroom.

Allison looked back to Adrianna, her eyebrows raised in concern. "Are you okay?"

Adrianna nodded, wrapping her jacket more around herself. She didn't want them to worry, she would heal.

Allison eyed where her hands where clasped around her waist for a few moments, wanting to see her wound and fix it. She let out a small sigh and turned back to Scott. She knelt in front of him, "Okay, stay with me." She gently grabbed his face, moving it to face her directly. "Stay with me okay? Stay with me."

"I'm tired." Scott had opened his eyes but they looked so distant, so pained.

"Scott, just look at me, okay? Just keep looking at me." Allison looked down to her needle and thread, pinching the end of the thread and attempting to sew it through the small hole.

Adrianne tore her eyes away from the scene, doubling over slightly as she let the pain of the wound sink in. She didn't heal like a werewolf, but not exactly like a human either. She also knew that Dereks' death was contributing to her not healing, she felt the same as Scott, if not worse. She should have been able to save him, she was a second too late.

"I'm trying."

Adrianna looked up to Allison. She still hadn't threaded the needle, her hands were shaking and frustration leaked off her. She glanced at Scott who looked like he had passed out, or was too out of it to notice anything.

"My hands won't stop shaking." Allison said again, as if she was justifying herself.

Adrianna straightened up a bit more, her eyebrows drawing together. She looked around the room, double checking it was just them.

Allison whimpered, yelling out in frustration so loud it jolted Scott awake. She was shaking, and she was stressed, and she was frustrated and she just couldn't do this. "Clinically!" She answered.

Adrianna pushed herself off the wall, momentarily forgetting the pain. "Allison." She whispered, cautiously.

"And unemotional-and unemotionally."

She stopped frantically trying to thread the needle and took in a deep breath, calming herself and her shaking hands. She closed her eyes, praying she could do this and it would work, it had to work. She opened her eyes, and kept so still it was like she was frozen as she very carefully attempted it again.

The needle successfully threaded, causing Allison to let out a relieved breath. She moved to Scotts wound, pressing the skin together as she started to stich him up. "Stay with me, stay with me."

Adrianna moved over to them and, gripping the sink as hard as she could, lowered herself to her knees.

Allison finished up the stitching, tying the end into a tiny knot and snapping the thread. "Okay." She threw it up onto the sink and looked back down at Scott. "Scott. " Her eyebrows furrowed together, his eyes were closed, his chest not rising and falling with equal breaths. "Scott?" She tucked her hair behind her ear, leaning forwards to listen to any breath that hopefully was softly escaping his lips. Allison leaned back with a look that could only be displayed as dread. "Scott?"

Allison looked to Adrianna, her eyes wide and frantic. No, he can't die. Not from this. They had to do something.

Adrianna looked to Scott, he was the person that saw the good in her, the person who convinces her to do the right thing. She wasn't about to let him die. She took in a shaky breath, already feeling the burning in her from disgust. She closed her eyes and clutched onto the sink. She could feel the familiar buzzing in her head, her powers breaking free from the corner she kept them in, she felt that burn behind her eyelids. Her eyes flew open, glowing their bright purple.

She was in the same building. The same destroyed, abandoned building that he died in. She was standing next to the ledge he fell off, his body crumpled down below. She didn't dare look, she knew it was her fault, she didn't need to be reminded. Scott was on the ground next to her, staring down at the mess below with wide eyes. He was still transformed into the wolf, but his heart broke with every second he continued to look down. "Scott." She knelt down next to her, her wound still very alive in his mind. "Scott." He didn't look, not at her. She gulped and gently grabbed his face, turning it till her met her eyes. "Wake up."

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is it sorta starting to become clear what her powers are? if not, it hopefully will soon.

-a