Connections [2]

Frayed

"Back to your seat." Coach said, blowing his whistle at one of the boys, and he got up, grabbing his backpack with him to sit back down.

I sat in my seat next to Jocelyn, trying not to let out small whimpers of pain. Last night one of the alphas got me and it hurts like an absolute bitch. I have it covered but I know it's not enough. I'm bleeding out.

"Yo, Scotty! Hey! You too, Case!" Stiles said, snapping us both out of our dazes. "Still with us?"

"Yeah, sorry." I heard him say in the seat next to us.

"Casey?" Jocelyn said, and I nodded.

"Just dozed off for a sec. Sorry." I apologized, lying to her.

"Anachronism." I heard Stiles say.

"Something that exists out of its normal time." Scott answered.

"Nice. Okay, you two, incongruous."

"Um, can you use it in a sentence?" Scott asked him. I just felt too tired to answer.

"Yes. Yes, I can. It's completely incongruous that we're sitting on a bus right now, on our way to some stupid cross-country meet after what just happened- Incongruous." He said, giving him an example and I felt tears prick my eyes when I was reminded about last night.

"Out of place, ridiculous, absurd." I finally spoke up, blinking my tears away.

"Perfect. Okay, next word. Um, Darach." He said, and I didn't even glance him. "Darach, it's a noun. We have to talk about it sometime, okay? And we're gonna be stuck in this thing for, like, five hours, so why not?"

"The same goes for you Casey." Jocelyn said to me. She touched my shoulder to comfort me and I tried not to flinch.

"Next word- Intransigent."

"Stubborn, obstinate." Scott say when the bus went over a bump, and the two of us groaned in pain.

"Oh, buddy, you okay?" I heard Stiles ask him.

"Casey? Stiles, something's wrong with her." Jocelyn said to him, worried. "We shouldn't have come."

"Damn right we shouldn't have. I freakin' called it." Stiles said.

"We had to. There's safety in numbers, dumbass." I said to Stiles, glancing him, and he just rolled his eyes at me.

"Yeah, well, there's also death in numbers, okay? It's called a massacre- or bloodbath, carnage, slaughter, butchery-"

"We get it!" Jocelyn said, cutting him off.

"All right, you two, I'm telling Coach-"

"No, no, no. I'm alright." Scott quickly said.

"I'm fine, too." I piped up, and Jocelyn looked like she didn't believe. Then again, she is my best friend, so she knows when I'm lying my ass off.

"That's it!" Before I could say anything Jocelyn opens up my jacket and pulls up my shirt to see the bloody bandages.

"Oh, my god. Stiles!" Jocelyn whisper yelled, getting his attention and his eyes widened when he saw my stomach.

"What the- Casey! Can't you heal?" He asked me.

Instead of answering him I stayed silent. The truth is, I couldn't.

"Why didn't you heal when you got home? Allison asked us to keep an eye on you, and you're literally bleeding to death!" He whisper yelled at me.

"Okay, yelling at her isn't going to fix anything." Jocelyn said, but I knew he was still mad at me for being so reckless.

I just can't believe he's dead, and it's killing me. I can't believe Derek's dead.