WREN WAS SAT NEXT TO ISAAC ON THE BUS. They were on their way to a cross country meet, and they had been discussing what the team had found the other day while Wren was in class. It was another boy, garrotted and mutilated. Isaac raised his eyebrows at the girl. "Since when are you the manager of the cross country team anyway?"

"Since you guys started doing cross country, and I felt left out," she said. She had asked Coach the day before because a lot of things had gone down recently, and she didn't like the idea of leaving them all alone.

He looked skeptical. "Of running? You hate running."

"You guys found a dead body the other day, and now, you're going on a trip," she pointed out. If she was jealous of the running part, she would've just joined the team. "Anything could happen, and I'm gonna be here when it does."

"Please, you just wanted an excuse to spend more time with Scott," he scoffed, shaking his head jokingly.

She whipped around to stare at him in shock, and she couldn't believe what he had just said. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"'Oh, Scott!'" he sighed in a high pitched voice, and she kneeled in her seat so that she could be above him enough to shove his head down and shut him up. "'You're just so big and strong, and I want you to—"

"Shut up, he can hear you!" she whisper shouted, finally managing to cover his mouth. He raised his hands up in surrender, and she sat back down in her seat.

However, he was not done. He just sat there and stared at her with a smirk before saying, "You're not denying it."

"Scott and I have been best friends since seventh grade," she reminded him, rolling her eyes. His idea was completely and utterly ridiculous. Just because she and Scott were close, that didn't mean she liked him. "And, besides, he's still hopelessly in love with Allison."

"Still waiting for the 'I'm not crushing on Scott,'" Isaac informed her, pointing out that she still had not said that she didn't like the boy.

"I'm not crushing on Scott," she told him firmly before turning back to face forward and slumping down in her seat. She scoffed again and shook her head. "Who says 'crushing' anyway? We're not in second grade."

He grinned at her, and she wanted to smack that smug look right off his face. What did he know anyway? "Nice topic change."

"Stop it!"

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"JARED, YOU SUCK!" COACH SHOUTED as people scrambled off of the bus in coughing fits because of the awful smell. He sprayed some disinfectant into the air. Not inside the bus, in the fresh air. Sometimes, he was not the brightest. "Hey, somebody grab some towels, or a mop...or a new bus..."

While the others were distracted with the bus, Scott's friends hauled him into the rest stop bathroom away from the prying eyes of their peers. They let him lay against a wall, and he lifted his shirt up to show them a huge gash across his check. It was all black and red, and it looked absolutely awful. Allison muttered, "Oh, my God. Why didn't you tell us?"

"Sorry," he whispered weakly.

"Okay, just give us a second, okay?" the Argent girl told him anxiously before backing up to where their other friends were watching nervously. Wren was biting her nails almost aggressively while tapping her foot. She hated seeing Scott in pain.

Wren told them, "This shouldn't be happening — I've seen him heal from worse than this."

Stiles questioned curiously as he glanced at his best friend that was in a lot of pain, "Okay, what do we do, then? Do we just call an ambulance?"

"What if it's too late?" the Carter girl asked frantically. They needed a plan just in case the human doctors could not do anything. Actually, what they really needed was for Deaton to pick up his goddamn phone. "What if they can't help?"

"We've gotta do something," the Stilinski countered, and she knew that he was right. They really needed to figure something out, and they needed to do it fast. The bus was going to leave as soon as they got it cleaned up.

Lydia was the next to speak up, offering a suggestion. "You know, it could be psychological."

"What do you mean?" the sheriff's son quizzed, raising his eyebrows at her in question, wondering what she was trying to say. "Like, psychosomatic?"

"Somatoformic."

That just confused everybody even more. Lydia apparently had still not gotten used to the fact that they all had no clue what the hell she was talking about. Stiles stuttered out, "Som—"

"A physical illness from a psychogenic cause," the redhead girl explained impatiently. "Yes, it's all in his head," the she explained when the other teenagers looked so bewildered.

The Stilinski boy looked down at Scott with furrowed eyebrows like he was thinking about something. "All in his head? ...Because of Derek. He's not letting himself heal 'cause Derek died."

"So, what do we do?" Allison asked, looking over to the strawberry blonde and the Carter girl for the answer because they seemed to be the ones that actually knew something about this.

"Stitch him up," Lydia responded, and when Stiles and the Argent girl looked at her like she was crazy, she finished, "I'm serious! Maybe all he needs to do is just believe it's healing."

They looked to Allison, since she was the hunter. She seemed like she would be the best at it, but Wren frowned when she noticed her fidgeting. She looked really uneasy about it, like she really did not want to be the one to stitch him up.

"I can do it," Wren piped up, and they all turned to her in shock. She shrugged. "I've seen his mom do it maybe a thousand times, and I used to sew. I have a first aid kit in my bag, pretty sure it had a needle and stuff in it. You guys go make sure the bus doesn't leave. And he's gonna need a new shirt."

They nodded, and she crouched down, pulling out the first aid kit that she had brought for the race. "You're lucky I'm an amazing manager because you might have been screwed right now."

"I'm tired," he muttered, and her heart dropped.

"Okay. Okay, stay with me. Stay with me, okay? Stay with me," she told him, and when she saw him slipping away, she grabbed his face and made him look at her. "Scott, just look at me, okay? Just keep looking at me." But it didn't work, and his head slumped to the side. "Damn it."

She got to work as quickly as she could, and it was honestly kind of really gross. She really did not want to be a doctor, and she respected everyone who was. Finally, she finished, and she just began slapping Scott across the face lightly to get him to wake up.

Finally, he stirred, and his head turned to stare at her crouching in front of him. He reached out and grabbed ahold of the bottom of her shirt, clutching it to deal with the slight pain. He breathed out, "...It's my fault."

"It's okay," she whispered, breathing out a sigh of relief when she realized that she didn't just kill him. He was talking about Derek, she knew he was.

He looked down at his chest and smiled slightly at her handiwork. "Did you do that?"

"Yeah," she confirmed with a nod and a laugh. She reached over and flipped her hair jokingly. "What can I say? I'm just amazing."

"You are," he agreed with a tired voice, staring up at her with an expression that she couldn't quite read. His words created a weird sensation in her stomach, and she wasn't sure what to say.

They stayed like that for a moment, but Wren snapped out of whatever was happening after a bit. "We need to get back to the bus. Can you stand?"