Wolfnip

Forgive and Forget

I gasp as I sit up, sweat running down my face, as I rub my eyes from sleep. I open my eyes, the sun shining through a window and effectively blinding me. Dammit! I think as I squint my eyes and try to gather myself and the surrounding. My eyes widen in surprise when I see that I'm in a bedroom. An unfamiliar bedroom. Well shit.

"Void? You there?" I ask aloud and jump when he walks out of the close with a bang.

"Hello Stilesss...got a great ressst??" He asks (or is it counted as whispering?) as he flips his collar. Where did he get clothes?

"Oh thank god you're here. Do you remember where we are? I can't really remember what happened yesterday after I got  the stone lodged in my leg. My memory's foggy.."

"Seriously Stilesss..? We're at the Hale'sss Loft. They helped you fix your leg...I managed to hold back the sped up healing process so that they wouldn't get suspiciousss.." He points to my bandaged leg and I nod. Ok, somethings are coming back to me but I'm still foggy on last night. I slowly reach for my left leg and unwrap the bandage. I take in a sharp breath when I see that my leg has been healed. I gently prod at my leg and flinch when I don't feel any pain. Wait–why did I flinch? There's no pain, that's supposed to be a good thing. I shrug off my suspicions as I wrap it back up again and start to head out.

Wait a minute.. I look down and eye the clothes I'm wearing. Wasn't I naked yesterday? When did I dress myself? I sniff at the shirt and sneeze when the overwhelming scent of Peter attacks my nose. Ok,that explains the clothes. He probably dressed me. Note to self: thank Peter for the clothes. I nod as I walk out of the room— scratch that, I meant ; limped out of the room. Gotta keep up the facade.

"Hey Stilesss, lets get tacoss for breakfassst.." Void suggests as he slings an arm around my shoulder. Feels weird to have a spirit that looks exactly like you touch you..I flinch at his contact, still used to his touch as something related to pain. He frowns and removes his arm.

"Sorry Void, still not used to your gentle touch. Too many bad memories of me hurting from your touch. Anyways, let's go get tacos!" I offer him a small smile but he just gives me a strained one back. I sigh as I limp down the hallway and the stairs. Once I finally reach the ground , I'm immediately lifted up and off of my own feet.

"Morning Stiles! Wanna get breakfast?"

"Morning to you too Scott. Um, can you put me down? I can walk, y'know ?" I cross my arms as he shifts me so he's carrying me bridal style. Scott just grins and runs to the living room where he sets me onto the couch. I raise an eyebrow (ok maybe both my eyebrows) at him as he races to the kitchen. Something fishy is going on here, I can smell it! Literally. I think as I eye the garbage bin not too far from here, I think I can see takeout.

I sigh and try to get up only for me to fall down onto it again. Wait— not fall, pushed. I look up to see Peter Hale standing in front of me. "Peter? Of all the places to stand , you chose to stand directly in front of me? Like, couldn't you have stood over there by the garbage? Isn't that where you belong?"

"Oh Stiles, I am standing by the garbage," he says softly as he lifts my chin up and he leans down closer, "and since I can't tolerate garbage, I'm supposed to take you out. How's after your leg is healed?" Oh shit! This is not the Peter I'm used to. Ok I mean, nothing's changed but he's waaaay too close to my face! I go to push him away but remember I have to pretend I'm human again. This is going to be a pain in the ass..I restrain myself as I push at him with little to no strength and he just grins at me. Fool. I glare at him and start pushing again, only for him to go flying back. Woah, did I do that?! I eye my hands excitedly. I thought I had my strength under control? I grin as I flex my fingers.