RETURN || SCOTT MCCALL [1]

||5.15||

I CHOKED AND HACKED, TAKING long breaths of air once I had managed to pry open the zipper on the suffocating body bag. From the gasps around me, it was clear the other three boys had the same problems.

"Never again." Stiles stated, hazel eyes falling on each of us, completely serious, and I couldn't agree more.

Sighing, I shared a look with Scott before beginning to untangle myself from the bag, when a sudden bang catches my attention.

My eyes pulse red as I search the room, fearing a guard or nurse, or anyone had caught us this early into the plan, when a groan from Stiles drains all tension from my posture.

Stiles, from where he lays prone on the dank grimy floor of Eichen House, glares at me while I begin to laugh a little too hard.

Damn, I am nervous.

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Stiles led the way, Scott, Liam, and I on his tail, the lanky human practically sprinting down the corridor. Sighing, I pumped my legs a little faster to keep up, when Stiles suddenly stops, careening back around the corner, causing me to collide with his back.

"What the fu-" I begin, only to quickly cease talking as Stiles waves his hand obscenely in my face, motioning for me to be quiet.

"What are they doing there?" he hisses, and I heard several heartbeats, peering inconspicuously around the other teen to catch a quick glimpse of three bulky security guards before Stiles shoves me back behind him.

Ignoring the rather rude treatment, I frown. "I don't know. Their rounds should've ended five minutes ago." Scott nods in agreement, catching on to the situation.

Liam slips past me to take a peek before I yank him back by his collar, and he shakes his shoulders a bit before slightly puffing out his chest. "I can take them."

I snort, and shove him farther behind me with a condescending pat on the head. "No one's taking anyone."

Scott furrows his eyebrows, his question directed at Stiles. "How much time?"

Stiles's frown deepens when he glances at his timer. "Three minutes..." he sighs, distressed, and I put a comforting hand on his shoulder while simultaneously biting my lip.

"I'll just knock them out and hide the bodies." Liam chimes in, shrugging like he was suggesting we take a cab instead of bus.

"Oh, my God, please stop." Stiles hisses, and I bite back a smile, noticing Scott was too.

"Did you take the doctor?"

All four of our heads snap in the direction of the new voice, eyes wide, to find a teenager behind glass, clearly a patient.

Liam was the quickest to shake off the shock, squinting at the boy. "What?" he stage- whispers, and I slap his shoulder roughly, not too keen on my little brother having conversations with patients when we're clearly not supposed to be here.

"Did you take the doctor?" the boy repeats, his expression becoming more and more troubled as he speaks. "I haven't had my medication. I need ten milligrams at 8am, 15 milligrams at 1pm, and no more than 20 at dinner."

"We'll get the doctor... " Scott hisses quietly, empathetically , hoping to keep the kid quiet.

It wasn't helpful. If anything, it triggered the teen even more as he began to sob, growing louder with each of his cries. "Dr. Fenris. Dr. Fenris. They took Dr. Fenris."

"I haven't had my medication. I need to see the doctor. They took Dr. Fenris!"

"Hey, somebody shut him up!" Stiles hissed at us werewolves, and my eyes narrowed. "Growl at him, or something!"