Playing With Fire ➳ Stiles Stilinski [3]

Supernatural Dogs And Frayed

Skyler's P.O.V

I rushed out of the car with Lydia and Allison except I was ten times slower because every time I breathed I'd feel a harsh sting on my hip.

I watched as Lydia raced over to Scott's other side helping him get to the restroom. Yeah, he looked rough.

I tried rushing but Lydia grabbed my arm stopping me.

"Sky you're hurt. And human. Fix it before he sees." She warned and I nodded my head but carried on rushing on.

"I just need to make sure Scott's okay," I told her.

"But—"

"He's my best friend. I'm not going anywhere until I know he's going to live," I was firmer this time, making sure she knew I wasn't going anywhere.

"Fine. But if any of this gets brought back to me, I'm blaming you!" She pointed a finger at me.

Somehow I was fine with that.

Once we made our way into the restroom I watched as they lay Scott down in between the sinks and at this point, he was barely breathing.

Stiles stood next to me and I quickly hid the bloodstain on my shirt, letting my arm fall in that area.

I did not want him to find out. Not when our main priority is our big bad dying beta.

Allison slowly lifted his shirt to reveal an ugly scar that was practically oozing black blood. I cringed and felt myself shiver.

"Oh gross. Scott why the hell didn't you tell us?!" I yelled looking down at him and he just sighed breathlessly.

"Sorry."

"Okay. Just give us a second, okay?" Allison pleaded and we all stood in the corner trying to discuss what the hell was happening. "This shouldn't be happening. I've seen him heal from worse than this."

"So have I. I've got worse and..." I stopped myself from talking and Stiles looked over at me with a questioning look.

"Okay, what do we do then? Do we just call an ambulance?" Stiles asked.

I leaned against the wall and let out a low breath keeping my hand near my hip trying to cover the bloodstain.

"What if it's too late? What if they can't help?" Allison panicked and I just let out another heavy breath. I need to get out of here.

"We gotta do something," Stiles said and I furrowed my eyebrows looking down at Scott.

"You know, it could be psychological," I suggested and Stiles looked over at me trying to figure out what the hell I was on about.

"What do you mean, like, psychosomatic?" Stiles asked and Lydia shook her head answering for me.

"Somatoformic." She stated and I nodded my head.

Yet Stiles looked so much more confused than he already was.

"Som..."

"A physical illness from a psychogenic cause," I added and Stiles looked over at me still not getting the idea. "Yes, it's all in his head."