TOGETHER ☾ stiles stilinski

3,5, frayed

season 3, chapter 5 : frayed

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"There's safety in numbers."

"There's also death in numbers okay? It's called a massacre."

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Scott and Stiles sit together at the very back of the bus. I sit alone in the seat in front of them, leaning against the window so that I can see them and everyone else. I listen to Stiles read out words to Scott, the two attempting to study. I say attempting because Scott keeps zoning out. The bus hits a speed bump which causes everyone to jolt in their seats. Scott screws his eyes shut, wincing in pain.

Scott's in pain because he and the other werewolves got into a literal fight with the alphas, managing to get himself wounded in the process. Derek unfortunately died due to the fight, Scott blaming himself for it.

"We shouldn't have come." I exclaim with annoyance. "Stiles and I knew it but you wouldn't listen!"

"We had to." Scott insists. "There's safety in numbers."

"There's also death in numbers okay? It's called a massacre." Stiles fires back. "Bloodbath, carnage, slaughter, butchery."

"Let us see it." I gently say to Scott.

Scott sighs in defeat then lifts his shirt up to reveal a nasty claw wound that still has blood coming out of it. I grimace at the sight, looking up at my injured friend with concern.

"I know it's bad but it's because it's from an alpha. It'll take longer to heal." Scott explains.

"How come Boyd and Isaac are fine?" Stiles questions, motioning to the two sitting near the front.

"I can't believe Dereks dead." Scott mumbles.

Scott rests his head against the window with sadness in his eyes, staring out at the views we're passing. He groans again and I glance down at his shirt to see blood seeping through the material.

"Scott, you're bleeding again." I gently say.

"Bleeding again means that you're not healing." Stiles explains. "Like, at all."

"He's listening." Scott mumbles, ignoring our comments.

I glance over to Ethan, his head turned slightly in our direction. "Is he going to do something?"

"Not in front of this many people." Scott replies.

"What about the two ticking time bombs sitting near him?" Stiles questions, pointing at Isaac and Boyd.

"They won't, not here." Scott breathes out. "I'll stop them if I have to."

I nod then we come to a stop due to traffic, cars honking their horns. Scott begins to get up, telling us that Boyd is about to do something but Stiles and I push him back down in his seat. I look over at Boyd to see his claws are extended and tightly gripping the seat in front of him, possibly ripping into the material.