The chaos was over for the moment, though Stiles now had troubles with Malia to worry about. He sat on Scott's bed thinking about everything that had taken place in those few short hours. Once Scott gained all his senses back he had a few questions for his best friend. He had waited for them to be alone so Stiles had some time to get through Malia leaving, but Scott could not wait any longer.
"Whose blood is that?"
Stiles snapped out of his thoughts and looked up at Scott. He had not washed up yet, not with Malia on his mind. Of course Scott could smell it was not his own. He just wished he could have avoided this conversation a little longer. "The SAT teacher, he put a gun to my head."
"What?"
"He caught me in Coach's office after I figured out what was going on. He would have killed me if it weren't for your dad. He told me about the antidote." Stiles met Scott's gaze.
"He saved you? He told you about the antidote, but how?" Scott could not believe what he was hearing.
Stiles nodded. "You're mom told him to find the antidote in the vault, but didn't tell him anything else. Would have been brains on a locker if it weren't for him."
"Wow." Scott needed to thank his dad next time he saw him.
Stiles looked at the ground. "It's weird. He had that gun to my head, and I wanted him to pull the trigger. I was ready for it. At least I thought I was."
"Stiles..." Scott gave him a hurt look.
"No, Scott." He put up a hand. "Since the Nogitsune I've blamed myself. I know you guys have told me it's not too, but I can't help it. I let it in, I let it control me. It may not have been me when it killed…but it's my fault it happened, and every day I've wished it would all just stop. I wouldn't do anything on purpose, but if the moment came, like today, I would have let it happen." He wiped a tear threatening to fall out of his eye.
"But before he got to three and he was about to shoot, I was scared. I didn't want to die, I didn't want to leave yet. When I felt the blood hit my face, I thought I was done for. I thought; what's the point of surviving demonic possession, if I'm just gonna get shot by some assassin in the locker room?"
Scott had no words to give, only a hand to put on his brother's shoulder.
Stiles gave a small smile. "I'm not saying I don't blame myself still, or that I'm completely better, but for the first time since everything happened…I think I'm gonna be okay. I want to be here now Scott, I actually do."
Scott moved his hand around Stiles' shoulder and gave him a hug. The two boys sat in silence for a while, relieved they were still standing after the attempts on their lives.
AN: Thanks for reading! This was just a little thing that popped in my head, so I thought I would jot it down.