wolfy one shots

whittemores don't do scared

**Seventh installment of Wolfy One Shots! Okay before we get into this -

I LITERALLY KNOW NOTHING OF MEDICAL TREATMENTS. I HAVE NEVER BROKEN A BONE, I'VE NEVER BEEN HOSPITALIZED IN ANYWAY. THE FARTHEST IVE HAD IS A TOOTH PULLED. SO BEFORE YOU GET ALL JUDGY, JUST REMEMBER I HAVE NO PRIOR KNOWLEDGE TO ANY OF THIS AT ALL.

Now, this was requested by the amazing Robance (whose stories you should definitely read because they are so perf and are basically what inspired me to write New & Improved Hale Pack) Anyway, enjoy :)

Summary: Jackson breaks his arm in a fight with Aiden. Because of slowed a healing process, he has to get it treated the human way. Which would be okay if he wasn't so horrified of doctors. This leads him to hiding it, lying about it and probably some crying over it.**

"Ethan, I don't think he's healing."

"What? Of course he is!"

"No, look, his arm is completely broken and it's not even trying to heal."

"Shit, I think you're right..."

"Stiles is going to kill us."

"He's going to kill you. You're the one that pushed him." Ethan told his brother. He looked worriedly at an unconscious Jackson who was laying on the cold ground of the field, "I did absolutely nothing."

"Shut up, Ethan," the other twin muttered, knowing he was right. He didn't want to hurt Jackson, he was basically his little brother. But both their anger issues clashing never had good outcomes. This time was especially bad considered it ended up with Jackson being unconscious with what looked to be a broken arm that didn't seem to be healing.

The two had been arguing on the lacrosse field by the bleachers. Things got a little too heated and Aiden ended up pushing Jackson way too hard into the rods holding up the bleachers. The back of his head slammed against the metal and he fell down hard. Aiden figured he must have landed on his arm the wrong way because the next thing he knew, he heard a snap followed by complete silence. Not only did he feel terrible about it but he was also terrified for the other. This caused him to call his brother, who turned out to be no help at all. Now they were standing in front of their unconscious friend, scared and worried. He turned to Ethan, "Do you think we should wake him up?"

Ethan shook his head, "No, he needs to come to on his own." Both their heads pivoted back to the boy on the ground when they heard a pained moan. "Oh, thank god," Ethan mumbled under his breath.

"Owww," Jackson groaned, scrunching his eyes and trying to sit up. When he put too much weight on his left arm, he winced and yelped and drew it back, cradling it to his chest with the other. Aiden crouched next to him, wary of his bad side, he put an arm around him to help him stand up. "What the hell happened and why does my arm hurt so bad?"

Aiden struggled to find an explanation that sounded good. He looked to his brother for help but he got none, only getting a head shake in return, "Uhh... Well, we were arguing and, um, I got kind of mad and shoved you into the bleachers. Your head got hit too hard and you passed out. When you fell you must have landed badly on your arm because I heard a really loud snap. It's broken," Aiden said, thinking if he was gonna break the bad news he'd do it all in one.

Jackson gaped at him, not sure if he should feel mad, worried or confused. Confused won out in the end, "None of that explains why it's not healed. I was out for awhile, it should have healed then, right?"

"I... can't answer that. Technically, yes, but it hasn't and that's why we're worried," Aiden said for both him and his brother.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news here," Ethan interjected, "But, maybe you're healing factor isn't working. I mean, you did get a human flu the other week which should have been impossible. Deaton didn't even have an explanation so it could be a possibility that your healing abilities are shutting down."