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"WHAT DOYOU mean still? He's not healing?" Allison's voice was loud enough to wake up the freckled girl, who minutes ago was sound asleep in the back of the car.
Taking off her earphones, Cara paused the playlist she was listening to before she fell asleep. She stared expectantly at the brunette, noticing that Lydia was holding her smartphone close to Allison's ear. Her curiosity drove away the sleepiness and tiredness. She leaned closer to the front, to join whatever conversation both girls were having.
"No, he's not healing." Cara immediately recognised Stiles' voice, she frowned in confusion, worried that the person they were talking about was Scott McCall. "I think he's actually getting worse. The blood's turning, like, a black colour."
Now she was certain that they were talking about her teen wolf friend. She had been part of the unexpected fight against the alpha pack that had taken place last night, and she had seen the injury that the twins gave to Scott.
At that moment, Cara realised he had lied when she asked him if he was alright that morning, and she scolded herself mentally for believing him so easily and joining her two girl friends without further questioning. The smell of fresh blood had been perceptible when she was talking to him, but she never thought it was because his wound hadn't healed yet. In fact, she thought it had been the smell of the thermo with blood that her aunt had packed for her trip.
Looking around, the freckled girl sighed at the sight of many cars. They were barely moving, and she knew that Scott needed either medical help, or her blood. She cursed under her breath, knowing that if she had joined the lacrosse team, she would be sitting right next to her injured friend and would be able to give him some of her blood so he could heal faster.
"We need to get him off the bus," Allison said firmly, voicing out loud what Cara was already thinking about.
Lydia stared at her friend in disbelief. "And take him where? A hospital?"
"If he's dying, yeah."
"I can give him some of my blood," it was the first time Cara had spoken more than three sentences that day, she had been awfully quiet since she met with the two girls sitting at the front, and Allison was starting to get concerned about her freckled friend.
But the suggestion of giving her blood away earned Cara horrified glares from the strawberry blonde and the brunette. Rolling her eyes, she shrugged off as if her words hadn't been a crazy idea.
To her, they weren't.
On the other side of the line, Stiles sighed. Cara could picture the human boy shaking his head in disapproval and pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index fingers. It was amazing how she had gotten so used to his body language that she didn't need to see him to know what he was doing.
