Open Wounds

Chapter 15

**Elastic Heart by Sia**

~Derek~

"Are you fucking serious?" Isaac said, raising his voice rather loudly, despite us moving to outside the building, due to strange stares. "You- you can't fucking see him?? Deaton, he's standing right beside you!!!"

"Isaac c-"

"Don't fucking tell me to calm down, Derek" Isaac yelled in reply, cutting me off before I could finish the sentence. "How could you, of all people, be telling me to calm down?? Jesus, Derek, how the fuck can you be so calm???" I stayed silent, letting him continue, "Stiles is alive, aren't you the least bit fucking concerned as to where exactly he's been the past... what has it been, 7 fucking months? He comes back, not fucking dead, but dying, you bring him to the hospital, he's in a coma. He's also fucking standing right between you and Deaton, and only the two of us can even fucking see him. And you fucking expect me to fucking stay calm?!?? I don't fucking think calm is close to any of my emotions at the fucking moment-"

"Would you stop swearing so much? I can hear you all the way from the E.R." Melissa whisper-shouted at Isaac as she exited the hospital building, beginning to approach us.

"Did you call anyone other than Isaac?" I asked as she stood in front of me, realizing that I'd been meaning to ask that a while ago.

"I tried calling Scott, he didn't answer, I also called Jackson, he seemed concerned, said he'd be here as soon as he could-"

Isaac decided to cut off Melissa, "Great, now I fucking have to deal with Jackso-"

"I said stop swearing" She said sternly giving Isaac a death glare, Isaac nodded quickly, he seemed actually terrified what she might do.

"I'm sorry Melissa..." He said quietly, and a lot more politely than I'm used to, she seems almost like a mother to Isaac.

"So..." I finally broke the silence, "just to clarify," I looked up at Deaton and Melissa, "you can't see him? Like at all??" They both shook their heads. I sighed loudly, closing my eyes and bringing my hand up to my face, I squeezed the bridge of my nose in frustration. I heard someone walking up but I didn't bother to open my eyes, I already knew who it was.

"Why are we all standing around outside?" He said, in his usual cocky tone.

"Because Isaac likes to scream in stressful situations" I replied, looking up at where Jackson was standing next to Isaac, his arm wrapped around him, odd.

"That's not the only time he likes to scream" Jackson mumbled more to Isaac, you could almost hear the grin forming on his face. Isaac quickly looked over at Jackson, pushing his hand off and moving a few steps away. I cleared my throat loudly, trying to make them break their stare as their was a obvious smell of sexual arousal.

"Do you guys mind? Do you need a room?" I asked, glaring at them intensely.

"No" Isaac responded quickly staring back at me.

"Yes" Jackson whispered still glancing at Isaac.

I looked to Isaac as a low growl erupted from my throat. "This is about Stiles, not your obvious sexual frustration towards each other--"

"Um, no, excuse you, his sexual frustration towards me, okay? That was a one time thing. He basically raped me, I was drunk and--"

"Off topic" Melissa cut in, speaking sternly through her teeth. Everyone looked over to her as she was sending a death glare to Isaac. "Back to the much more important matter" She spoke up a bit as she looked over to me. "Stiles."

**I know you all hate my holy shit I suck so bad at updates. I'm so so sorry its short. I am going to update another longer chapter after this. I'm sorry I suck so much omg. I love you guys, I'm sorry.**

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