This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 58

The school is complete chaos once we reach it. Ambulances and police cars fill every inch of it. It looks like an armed robbery gone bad went down here. Officers are talking and questioning students while paramedics are to minor wounds of others. It's a mad house. 

We park in the back, far away as possible from any officer, paramedic, or adult at all to avoid being questioned. Eleven students disappearing at the sight of an attack like that can definitely stir up some problems for us. 

They are stilled passed out in the back and haven't stirred once. My guilt and heavy heart seem to grow every glance I take at them. 

"What do we do about them?" I ask Allison. 

She looks back, contemplating for a moment just as Stiles' jeep pulls up next to us. "Leave them. They'll be fine. They just need time to wake up."

"But what if they don't." I speak so softly, I myself can barely hear myself. 

I feel Allison's hand rest on my knee. I look up from my lap with sad eyes. "They will be fine. Everything is going to be fine. All we have to do is sort things out here and then we're done. That's it. Everything will be ok." The strength in her voice almost makes me believe her words. I grit my teeth and slid myself out of the car, still clutching my arm. The pain almost feels like acid's been poured on me. 

My sister appears at my side in an instant. "Are you ok? Do you need help? We need to get that arm treated now!" She's so hysterical I can barely understand what it is she is saying. 

"Lyd." I give her a look my mother used to give to us when we were kids to tell us to calm down. It seems to work and Lydia relaxes a bit.

I am faintly aware of a very anxious looking Stiles behind Lydia staring craters into my head. I do my best not to take a single bit of notice, taking the lead, and directing us to the pit if the chaos. I need to get my arm checked fast; I'm almost dizzy from the pain an each step I take is harder than the last.

My eyes set on an empty ambulance with a paramedic just finishing of wiping blood off a students face and placing a Band-Aid on it. I wobble my way in their direction, taking everything I have in me not to fall to the ground.

"Stiles!" I hear a man’s voice call from the side. I turn to see a worn out looking cop sprinting towards us. Our group stops, including me as the man nears us. As I look at the badge on his shirt, I see a bright gold star with the word "Sheriff" printed on it. Of all things I need at the moment, the last thing is meeting Stiles' father for the first time ever.

"Son." The sheriff envelopes Stiles into a massive hug. "Thank god you're safe."

"I'm safe dad." He replied pulling away from the embrace. "I'm always safe dad."

"I know son, I know. Just after what's happened before I can't be too-"

"Dad!" Stiles eyes shift from mine to his fathers. His father seems to catch on to some kind of hint and shuts his mouth. Secrets. More secrets.

I watch as my sister, Allison, Stiles and his father engage in a conversation over the happenings of today, but I can't seem to hear them. I try to focus on the words being said but I can't. The pain has increased to the point where the only thing audible to me is the sound of my heartbeat, as my heart desperately attempts to keep the blood flowing through my veins but it can't.