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╰┈˚ · ° .   AFTER THE EVENTS OF THE NIGHT BEFORE, I could say that I was almost a complete mess emotionally. Derek was dead, my cousin was dead. My mind continued to scream at me that he was gone, that saw him fall to his death with my eyes, on the other hand, my magic did the opposite. It said that he was still alive. And I didn't know who to believe.

The lacrosse team of Beacon Hills High, was all headed to the competition of cross country. Scott, Stiles, Alec, Isaac, Boyd, even Ethan, were all on the school bus directed towards it.

Allison's bright idea was to follow them in her car.

"Am I getting too close? I'm getting way too close, aren't I?" Allison asked as she never took her eyes off the yellow bus in front of us.

"That depends." Lydia said from the passenger seat. "Are you just

following the bus, or are you planning on mounting it at some point?"

"Yeah, I should back off." Allison nodded with sigh, her hand still too tight holding the steering wheel.

"Really?" I commented sarcastically. I was in the backseat with Sebastian and the incessant sound of chips crouching in his mouth as he ate was slowly driving crazier by the minute.

"Well, that also depends. Oh, do you mean the bus or the ex-boyfriend

you're currently stalking?" Lydia asked, adding sarcasm and disbelief to her tone.

"Well, after it happened, I'm not letting him out of my sight." We all looked at her with a raised eyebrow "And by the way, this all started when he came knocking at my door."

"For what?"

"Sex?" Sebastian hypothesize "A quick fuck?"

"Did you meet Scott? Like hell he would ever go to her for a quick fuck. It's more probable for him to ask her to marry him insted." I commented with a snort.

Seb pointed a finger in my direction mumbling a "You are right." with a wide smirk as we teased our friend.

Allison rolled her eyes and began to explain to us what had happened when Scott had come to her.

Seconds of silence filled the car after Allison's story finished, only to be broken by me.

"So almost sex. Got it."

Laughs spilled from our mouths, grins replacing the previous expressions on our faces.

"You, Elizabeth Hale, are a class A bitch." The Argent girl commented, her smile still present though.

"Rember, I had actually warned you about it when we became friends. It's not my fault that you didn't listen." I shrugged my shoulders, feeling a bit more loose from all the heavy emotions that pledged my mind.

"Don't worry Musa, I'll fight them for you." Sebastian said, patting the girl on the shoulder.

"I found it hard to believe it since you are as much of a bitch as they are." Allison said to the boy with a wide grin, looking at him through the rearview mirror.

"You wound me." He said with a dramatic position of his hand on his heart and even more dramatic gasp.

Once again laughs followed before another gasp was heard. "You asshole! You are eating my skittles!" Sebastian said with an outrageous look.

"My cousin is dead, let me have the skittles." I commented with a deadpan look.

"Really, the dead cousin excuse?" He raised an eyebrow almost mirroring my deadpan look.

"I can throw in the fact that I'm an orphan too, if you like?"

Sebastian narrowed his eyes until they were almost closed. "Take the fucking skittles." he grumbled.

"Maybe you should just give her all your snacks. She could pull out a lot more cards of dead relatives." Lydia added. When we all turned towards her with a raised eyebrow she looked at us clueless "What? She brought it up, not me."

"See?" Sebastian pointed, talking with Allison, "A. Bitch."

"She is not wrong, though." I shrugged my shoulders. Black humor to its finest.

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╰┈˚ · ° .  We spent the following hour doing our own things. Lydia took out her books to study, Sebastian was reading a comic, I was immersed in my drawing as Allison drove.

"So is that whole 'not let them out of your sight' thing literal or more like a general rule?" Lydia asked as she lowered her thermodynamic book to her lap.

"Why?"

"You're running on fumes." Seb replied to the huntress' question as he took his eyes off his comic book.

Noticing the display of the gas, Allison let out a sound of displeasure.

"Yeah. And I'm pretty sure that bus holds a lot more gas than this Toyota." Lydia told her.

"What if we stop?"

"How are you going to convince the Coach to stop the bus? You know the man, Musa." I said not even taking my eyes off the drawing pad and from the detailed skull and bones with a joker hat.

"Is it really that big of a deal? I mean, so we lose them. We know where they're headed."

"You didn't see what happened." Allison stated

"I did and my boyfriend is on that bus, but I wasn't really in the mood to follow him as a stalker." I said. "That is more something that Alec would do."

Lydia lowered her eyes once again to her book as she commented "I know who started it."

"Is that what Aiden told you?"

"Aiden?" Lydia asked, turning to Allison "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second. Is that why you're inviting me on this whole little road trip thing? Oh, my gosh. You're keeping an eye on them and me."

"And me." I added with a grunt already having guessed my friend's plan.

"So there's nothing going on between you two?" Allison asked Lydia after a quick eye roll in my direction as a reply.

"I'm appalled by the insinuation."

"Nothing? Really?" Seb asked with a snort.

"Nothing."

"They are fucking." I said after a second.

Wide-eyed Lydia turned back to look at me and snapped "Elizabeth!"

Lydia's phone started to vibrate. She gave us all a look before she answered.

"Hey, Stiles. Yeah, we're just about to walk into a movie, uh, you know,

the popcorn and..."

"I know you guys are right behind us." I heard Stiles say, making me snort "Put me on speaker."

"Yeah. Okay." The strawberry-blonde girl quickly agreed with a tight lipped smile

"You really thought that they didn't know?" Seb asked. At the other two girls' look of confusion he pointed at me. "She has been playing with Alec's shadow for the past three hours."

Allison looked at me with a look of betrayal that made me shrug my shoulders. "You never said that they didn't have to know."

"Okay, listen, Scott's still hurt."

"What do you mean still? He's not healing?" Allison said. The car stood still as the traffic intensified.

"No, he's not healing. I think he's actually getting worse." Stiles informed us.

"What's wrong with him?" Lydia asked.

"What's wrong with him? I don't... Do I have a PhD in lycanthropy? How am I supposed to know that?" Stiles panicked.

"Worse how?" I asked leaning forward to be nearer the phone touching my side that had been tingling since the fight.

"Worst is worst. I don't how-"

"The blood. What color is the blood?" I asked, looking at the other three with a bit of shorter breath.

"I don't know, I don't know!" Stiles whispered-shouted.

"Pass me Alec, Stiles!" I snapped.

"Fine! " We all heard Stiles fumbling with his phone until the husky voice of the shadow wolf came through the speaker.

"Amore." [Love]

"Scott is still hurt." I told him.

"Yeah, I know. He said that he is healing, though." Alec answered.

"Stiles said that he is getting worse. What color is his blood, Alec?"

"Wait, let me look." A moment later he sighed. "It's turning black."

"Fuck." I cursed.

"Okay, we need to get him off the bus." Allison stated.

"And take him where, a hospital?" Lydia asked.

"If he's dying, yeah." The Argent girl answered curtly.

"No hospitals." Alec said. "Ellie? "

"I need to look at him to see how I can help him." I told them with a nod.

"Okay then. Stiles, there's a rest area about a mile up. Tell the coach to pull over." Allison said

"Yeah, I've been trying."

"Well, reason with him."

"Reason? Have you met this guy? " Stiles asked in bewilderment

"Just try something." Allison stated before ending the call.

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╰┈˚ · ° .  When we parked Allison's car in the rest area following the yellow bus, we quickly noticed all the students rushing out, covering their noses and mouths, some even suppressing gags.

"Tell me that Stiles didn't throw up to make the bus stop." Lydia said with a grimace.

With his human eyes dark as coal, Alec rushed out of the bus with Isaac. I could hear the string of curses falling from his mouth.

Once his eyes landed on me, only slightly he calmed down. "I swear to god, I'm going to kill that imbecile." He grumbled.

"Jared, you suck!" We all turned to see the coach spraying some kind of air freshener in the air, his head shoved outside from the little space that the window was allowed to be open. "Hey, somebody grab some towels or a mop."

"More likely a new bus, coach." Alec yelled at Finstock, who grimaced and disappeared once again in the bus.

"What did Stiles do?" Sebastian asked. It was mild, almost secretive, that if you hadn't been carefully noticing or knew him well, you would have thought nothing of the small glances that he was sending to Isaac.

"His best plan was to make Jared throw up to stop the bus." Alec groaned

"At least he did not make himself throw up. He was definitely capable of doing it." I said with a shrug.

Isaac soon left us to join Boyd. His anger was drenching the air around him. And as his friend walked away, Alec quickly wrapped an arm around me, leaving a kiss to my temple.

"Here they are." Allison breathed out as Stiles, barely holding Scott up, walked towards us. Allison quickly ran to them, helping Stiles with the weight of the werewolf.

"The bathroom. Quick." Lydia said.

Gently placing Scott down, Allison lifted his bloody shirt revealing the would that was stained with a mix of red and black blood.

"Oh, my god." Allison gasped "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Sorry." Scott tiredly groaned out.

"Okay. Just give us a second, okay?" She stood up to stand near the rest of us. "This shouldn't be happening. I've seen him heal from worse than this."

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

"What if it's too late? What if they can't help?" Allison started to panic.

"We gotta do something."

"Let me take a look." I said before kneeling in front of Scott. "You really took a hit, mmh." I joked slightly. Scott, even if tired and in pain, still gave me a soft smile.

I took his hand in mine, his pain quickly flowing through my hand turning my veins black. But it didn't seem to make any difference.

"What is she doing?" I heard Sebastian ask.

"Sometimes we can't heal if we are in too much pain." Alec replied "But this is not the case. She took a bit of his pain but it didn't even make a little bit of a difference."

I changed my approach, helping him with my magic. It flew inside of him, trying to help his healing, giving it a push.

"And now?" Sebastian asked.

With an annoyed groan I faintly heard Alec's reply. "She is trying to help himself heal. Her magic is trying to trigger the healing process."

"It's not working." I said in a light breathy tone.

"It's okay. I'll heal." Scott whispered.

I narrowed my eyes on him. "You won't. Now shut up. You are not dying."

"What are we gonna do?" I turned a bit to the left just to see Allison, who had been the one that had spoken, pacing back and forth while biting her nails.

Turning back to Scott, I pressed my hand on my side. It still tingled in a weird way. And it was the exact same spot where he was hurt. I didn't think of it for another second as I started to take his pain away once again, only to be stopped by his hand. He weakly grabbed my forearm, his eyes held so much grief and sadness.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Derek.

I didn't look at him as I swallowed the emotion clogging my throat. "It's not your fault."

But his grip on my forearm was exactly where the burn scars that I still had after years were.

I widened my eyes as I understood the problem. "He can't heal." I said out loud.

"Yes, that is exactly the problem, thanks Lizzie." Stiles said, covering his nerves with his sarcasm.

"No." I said standing up. "He can't heal not because the wound was made by an alpha or is too extensive, but because he does not want to. Not subconsciously."

"It's in his head." Lydia said with realization

"That can actually happen?" Sebastian asked.

"Yes." I cleared my throat of the uncomfortable feeling. "I still have some scars from the fire. They never healed." I didn't look up to see them. I didn't want to see the look of pity, not now that Derek was dead too. Or maybe he wasn't. But I saw him fall.

"So it's somatoform."

"Som..." Confused Stiles mumbled

"A physical illness from a psychogenic cause. It's all in his head."

"So what do we do?" Allison softly asked

Taking out from her bag a traveling sewing kit, Lydia said "Stitch him up."

"It could work." I nodded.

"Yes, maybe all he needs to do is just believe it's healing."

"I'll do it." Allison said, taking the kit from Lydia with a breath. She started to sterilize the needle with a lighter as Stiles put some paper towels near Scott. "He's gonna need another shirt. Where's his bag?"

"Um, I'm gonna get it. I hate needles anyway, so... Uh, do you know

what you're doing?" Stiles asked

"Yeah, my father taught me." Allison replied.

"I mean, how fast are you gonna... I mean, the bus, like, the bus could leave."

"Well, you just make sure it doesn't leave."

"I can help. Come on." Lydia said, taking Stiles' hand and dragging him away.

"We are going to keep an eye on Isaac and Boyd. They are mines ready to explode." I said "If you need anything..."

"Yeah" The huntress said before she kneeled in front of her ex-boyfriend.

"What is happening?" Isaac quickly came to us as he saw us all exit the bathroom. Lydia and Stiles continued towards the bus to take Scott's shirt leaving us with him.

"Scott still hasn't healed from the fight. He was almost dying but we came up with something." Alec said without a filter.

"Couldn't you soften this a bit." I hissed to my boyfriend who just shrugged.

"He what?!" Isaac yelled.

"Allison is stitching him up. Apparently it was all in his head." Alec continued with his explanation. Isaac almost fumed with anger.

With a groan that I matched, Sebastian wearily looked at Isaac "Don't do anything stupid."

The beta's eyes flashed gold for a second before he was storming towards Ethan and started to punch him, repeatedly and with as much strength as he could.

"Ouch, ouch." Seb grimaced as we standed near Isaac with the crowd that was quickly forming. "Shouldn't we stop him?"

"Nope." Alec said popping the p.

The human boy looked at me, making me shrug.

Danny tried to push Isaac away from Ethan, with no success. The coach started to yell his name, and still nothing. But then, Scott, definitely looking much better than the last time we had seen him, screamed his name.

The beta stopped with his fist in mid air, his eyes snapping towards Scott. Danny quickly helped Ethan, as the rest of us watched Isaac pant, his eyes to the ground.

"Couldn't you two stop him?" Scott asked to Alec and I.

"He needed to let all that anger out before he actually killed someone." Alec replied with a roll of his eyes "It was better him beating up Ethan, that would've for sure defended himself if he felt in actual danger, then someone random that got caught in his rage."

The coach then blew his whistle, ordering everyone back to the bus. Apparently, Allison did not want to leave Scott, so she decided to leave her car there. We all piled up on the bus. Scott fell asleep quickly, next to him sat Alison. In the seats behind them there were Lydia and Stiles. On the other row next to them, I sat with Alec, my head on his chest with his fingers threaded in my hair as I played with his rings. And in front of us, Isaac sat with Sebastian. They were talking, and there was a rosy blush on the human boy's cheeks and cheeky smirk on Isaac's lips.

And for a second, I closed my eyes, and the first imagen that came was Derek, his body torn and wounded, searching for help from someone in a car.

My eyes snapped open, and a small smile played on my lips. Because Derek was alive.

✎

˗ˏˋ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ˊˎ˗

Hello everyone!!

I had so much fun writing this, honestly.

Elizbeth felt that Scott was hurt. Why? Comment your theories, let's see if anyone can get it.

Next episode is the Glen Capri Motel, it has always been one of my favorites.

Am I the only one who loves black humor? I admit that I have a weird sense of humor in general but hey, I can find even the smallest things funny.

Anyways, thank you for reading this chapter, I'll see you on Tuesday!

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