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The pout that sat on Carter's lips was far too adorable to showcase just how angry she was to be sitting in the backseat of Allison Argent's car. While she would have been upset regardless of being in Allison's presence, being squished in between Leilani and Lydia didn't help anything.

Lydia, the girl she was meant to hate with a burning passion, and Leilani, her best friend, who was currently slumped on her shoulder with drool falling from her lips. She couldn't help but glare at the couple in the front seat who couldn't seem to stop giggling and smiling at every red light.

Lydia sighed as she snuck a glance at the green eyed girl next to her. She wanted to comfort Carter in some sort of way, feeling bad because of how uncomfortable she looked, definitely not because she was also suffering from an elbow to the rib.

"Hey-" Before she could continue, she froze at the anger swarming in Carter's when they meet.

The tone given by the witch could only be described as annoyed, "What?"

The Martin girl cleared her throat awkwardly before continuing on with what she was going to say, "If it makes you feel any better, I had to listen to Allison ramble on the phone about how happy she is. It made me really upset."

Lydia watched as the girls eyes glimmer with satisfaction at her expense before it faded as quickly as it came, "Leilani, get up!"

The yelled not only startled the sleeping wolf, but the two girls in the passenger and drivers seat.

"I would like to make my abundantly clear that this is the last time i'll be sitting between the two of you."

•••

Back on the bus, Stiles watched in worry as his friend let out groans of pain. He honestly wished he could help, but he genuinely had no clue what to do. If Scott's werewolf healing wasn't going anything then he was practically useless.

His head turned slightly, looking out the back window of the bud, catching glimpse of the car behind them.

Stiles couldn't help the smile of amusement at the sight of Carter waving her hands dramatically as she yelled god knows what at the other girls.

Anyone on the bus could look at him and think he's insane. He watched as her eyes glow violet and sees her best friend's eyes widen before restraining her from touching Lydia, eventually crossing over her and swapping seats.

The color switch of her eyes immediately reminded him of the powers she had.

They had spoke recently, and reluctantly, about how she had been practicing on healing much large wounds than a simply scratch. With one last glance at Scott, he huffed, "That's it. I'm falling Carter."The

"How is she gonna help?" Scott asked, "She's in Beacon Hills."

Stiles let out a scoff, "How is she gonna help?"

Scott raised his brows.

"She's a witch." Stiles spoke as it were obvious, shaking his head slightly, "Idiot."

He was fully aware that Scott could hear his last mutter. He ignored the eye roll he received from his friend before speaking slightly louder. "No, she's not in Beacon Hills, the girls have been following us for hours. Pathetic."

He turned around in his seat to see Carter glance away from the window to look at her phone. The Stilinski frowned when she gave no hesitation before declining his call.

With a dramatic eye roll and a mumble from Scott he didn't bother to pay attention to, he called again.

•••

"Are you gonna answer your phone? It's vibrated like five times now." Leilani informed her friend.

"Does it look like I wanna answer it?" Carter rebutted. Her tone was a little snarky, the girl still ridiculously annoyed at her current position.

Jessica turned to the two, placing her hand in front and offering them a a blue raspberry sucker she had in her bag.

The girls shared a glance before they each took one, offering a small smile and 'thank you'.

Jessica turned around, a content look on her face that Allison couldn't help but adore.

•••

Isaac is startled when someone clambers into the seat behind him and Boyd. Being as tall as the seat, he only had to turn his head to see who it was. He didn't hold back his eye roll when he noticed an out of breath Stiles looking at him.

"I need your phone." Is the first that comes out of the Stilinski's mouth.

"No, you don't." He smirked as he watched his face fall, "What you need is to get away from me."

Stiles kissed his teeth, annoyance clear in his expression, "It's urgent. I need to call Leilani."

Isaac's breath hitched at the mention of the girl, his cheeks flushing. He didn't even realize that he has dazed off thinking of the girl until an elbow from Boyd knocked him onto of his thoughts.

"Why do you need to call Leilani? Why can't you call Carter?" Isaac asks with a teasing smile.

He knew Carter wasn't answering her phone. He heard Stiles complaining about the inconvenience to Scott. Isaac just found an endless amount of amusement in making Stiles angry.

"She isn't answering and judging by the look on your face, i would assume you knew that."

The Lahey shrugged with a smile, "I did."

"Look, it's about Scott, and I know you have her number so could you please just call her?" Stiles time came off more desperate than before.

Boyd looked between the two, rolling his eyes. How come Stiles didn't plead to him for the ice rink keys? He's beginning to think he should've upted the price to at least 60.

•••

"Oh, my God." Leilani's voice filled the silence in the car, "Oh, my God."

"Oh my god, what?!" Carters eyes snapped open.

"Isaac's calling me." The Lewis teen's heart pounded in her chest, "What the hell do I do?"

"Answer it?" Jessica suggested, turning around to look at the girl with furrowed brows, "What else would you do?"

"What if it's a butt dial?" She wondered out loud.

Carter's brows creased, "It's not a butt dial. And even if it was I'm sure he would've hung up by now."

"You're right."

"I usually am."

"Isaac? Hey." She picked up.

She could feel her heart pounding frantically in her chest as he answered,

"Leilani, hey. Look, I need to talk to you—Give me my phone."

"I'll be quick."

"Dude—"

"Stilinsk, sit down!"

"Sorry, coach."

By now all the girls attention had fallen on Leilani's device.

"Okay, look, Scott's still hurt." The voice of Stiles rings through.

"Is that Stiles?" Jessica mumbled.

"What do you mean still? He's not healing?" Allison asks worried about her ex.

"No, he's not healing. I think he's actually getting worse. The blood's turning, like, a black color." Stiles says in disgust and worry.

"Well, what's wrong with him?" Lydia asked as lifts her head off the window and look at the girl in what could be mistaken as disappointment.

"If he knew he wouldn't have called her."

"Actually I tried calling you—"

"Stiles." The girls say in unison causing him to get back on track.

"We need to get him off the bus." Allison concluded, her eyes darting between the road in front of her and the phone.

"You think?" Leilani asked, a faux look of shock covering her features, "Jeez, Allison, who would've thought of that?"

•••

"Jared, you suck! Hey, somebody grab some towels or a mop or a new bus." Those were the first words the girls heard when exiting the car. They watched the lacrosse players stumbled off the bus, their faces scrunched up in disgust as the smell of vomit wafted through the air.

It didn't take them long to find Stiles, the Stilinski waving them over and directed them to the bathroom.

"Oh, my God." Stiles muttered, narrowing his eyes at the sight of Scott's wound.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Allison asked the McCall.

"Maybe because he's half dead?" Jessica joked, the smile falling off her face when the group gave her a look.

Allison sighed, "Okay. Just give us a second, okay? 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?" Lydia asked in a rushed tone.

"What if it's too late? What if they can't help?" Allison continued, panic settling in the more she questioned.

"We gotta do something." Leilani's nerves were starting to get bad the longer they stood there and bounced around the same idea of them needing to help the werewolf.

Lydia gave a thoughtful look, "You know, it could be psychological."

"What do you mean, like, psychosomatic?" Stiles furrowed his brows.

"Somatoformic." Carter corrected, her eyes never leaving Scott's limp figure.

"Som..." Stiles trailed off.

"A physical illness from a psychogenic cause." The Martin's girls words went through one ear and out the other, "Yes, it's all in his head."

"All in his head?" Stiles mumbled.

Jessica perked up, "Oh! Because of Derek, right? He's not letting himself heal 'cause Derek died."

"So what do we do?" Allison wondered, watching as Leilani and Carter kneeled down, each taking hold of one of Scott's arms.

"Yeah, we're working on that."

Carter cleared her throat, clearly hesitant to attempt to help Scott. It's not that she didn't want to, she was just worried that she wouldn't be able to.

Stiles watched as the witch closed her eyes and took a deep breath, opening her lids to reveal the violet color he's seen a few times before. He grew intrigued as a purple ring wrapped itself around Scott's hand, slowly trailing its way up his arm.

His mind went back to the time he experienced this when Derek punched his hand and she immediately helped him.

That injury wasn't as severe as Scott's. In fact, if she hadn't help, he would have just had to flex his hand a few times to rod himself of the pain.

He couldn't help but admire her as she used nearly all her strength to help his friend, one she didn't like at that. Sure, Scott was dying in front of him, but he loved the way that Carter continued to prove how she wasn't as heartless as she made herself out to be.

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