Thomas looked away quickly, hiding his hand behind him. He noticed blood dripping from the mirror, a sharp pain flared up on his hand.
Lydia stride into the bathroom, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand into view. She sighed, examining it.
Lydia looked up at Stiles with a sad look in her eyes, "What did you do that for? Your hand's going to need stitches. For goodness sake." Lydia kept a firm hold of Thomas' arm and dragged him out of the bathroom into the crowded hallway.
Lydia pushed past people in a rush, glaring at those who stared at her. Thomas barely kept up with her brisk pace, when Lydia stopped suddenly. Thomas bumped into her. "Sorry!" He mumbled.
He stepped aside, Lydia kept a hold of his arm, her nails beginning to cut into his skin. He noticed Scott staring at them, Thomas noticed him almost smirking at the sight of the two of them together.
Thomas rolled his eyes, turning to Lydia. "Honestly I'm fine. It's just a few cuts. I can go to the infirmary myself." Scott frowned, his tone laced with concern. "Cuts? What happened?"
Lydia responded for him, her face was calm. "He hit one of the mirrors, I have no idea why. And he cut his hand. It'll need stitches." She pushed him over to Scott. "Take him to the infirmary and get the nurse to help."
Scott grabbed Thomas by the shoulders and shook him. "Stiles what is wrong with you! Why did you hurt yourself?" Thomas opened his mouth to correct him, but he snapped it shut as Lydia spoke.
"You're Stiles?" Her expression was surprised, as though she did not know who he was. Thomas' heart sank at her next sentence. "Wait... What the hell is a Stiles?"
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The Wolf Trials
FanfictionThomas escaped the clutches of WCKD, only to be captured once again. This time in a test unlike any other he has faced before, Thomas must re-live his past and figure out who he really was before WCKD took him. And is Newt really dead? This is his o...
