The figure slowly moves out of the shadow. It's Jackson, wolfed out, his eyes glowing bright blue. He had somehow managed to break out of all the chains and now the thick broken shackles were being dragged behind him as he made his way towards Stiles.
Stiles steps backwards, away from Jackson and closer to the train Derek had entered.
Jackson can smell the fear, he can hear a heartbeat grow louder and faster. He is overwhelmed by a desire to kill. His mind is completely clouded by a primal instinct. He sees the boy in front of him and snarls, claws ready to make the kill.
Stiles panics and starts to run. "Derek! Scott!" Stiles screams desperately.
"Stiles!" he hears Scott screaming, followed by loud clanging of metal from every corner of the station.
Stiles is suddenly pushed to the ground by Jackson. The new werewolf looking intently at him, his eyes filled with hunger.
"Ahhh! J-Jackson, it's me! Stiles!"
Jackson just growls and before Stiles can say anything else, he feels an acute pain in the right side of his stomach. Stiles cries out, and all of a sudden there's a sharp pressure in his lungs, his breathing becomes heavier. Everything around him starts to spin and everything begins to look a little blurry. He hears a roar and then Jackson weight is lifted off him.
His head tilts to the side; he squints his eyes, tries to focus and sees Derek immobilizing Jackson.
Jackson lets out a low hurt whimper and bares his neck, hoping to get his Alpha's forgiveness. Derek growls at him, but stands up and grabs the young werewolf by the neck, dragging him back to one of the abandoned trains.
At that moment, Stiles hears Scott rushing towards him. "Stiles! Stiles! What happened? Oh my God! Derek! Hurry! He's bleeding! We need to get him to a hospital! Now! Fuck!"
Once the adrenaline starts to wear off, Stiles cries out. He suddenly becomes more aware of the excruciating pain in his side. He can feel the pool of blood forming around him, its metallic smell making him nauseous. Then, his whole body starts to feel too cold, his sight becomes a blur, and he can barely make out any coherent thought.
He hears more footsteps heading towards him.
"Stiles! Stiles, are you still with me?" Scott asks, panicked. "Hang in there buddy."
Stiles tries raising his hand to reassure his best friend. He opens his mouth, and tries to talk.
"Sco-" Everything fades into darkness.
Stiles wakes up startled and still a little disoriented. He blinks a couple of times before he realizes he's in a hospital room. He looks to his right and he sees Scott asleep with his head tilted backwards and his mouth open.
Stiles let's out a small laugh, but then winces at the sharp pain in the right side of his stomach. Right, Jackson.
He must have let out a groan too, because Scott is now awake, rubbing his eyes and beaming at him.
"Stiles! You're awake!" Scott jumps up and gives him a tight hug.
Stiles groans louder. "Good to see you too. But could you… Ow!"
"Oh, sorry!" Scott says with an apologetic stare and a dopey smile on his face.
Stiles shifts around trying to sit up, but quickly regrets it as the pain hits him again.
"Here. I got it." Scott says as he pushes a button from a remote that lifts the head of the bed.
"Thanks." Stiles pauses for a moment. "So… how long have I been here?"
"Uh, three days, counting today." Scott sits back down in the chair next to the bed.
"What happened? I mean, after Jackson lost it." Stiles tried to remember, but his memory of that night goes blank.
"Well. After Derek locked Jackson up with chains coated with wolfsbane, we hurried you to the hospital." Scott pauses, frowning as he remembered the events of that night. "You had lost a lot of blood. We got here and you were sent straight to the emergency room where you had a blood transfusion and they stitched up the cuts, which were kinda deep but, thankfully, they didn't reach any of your organs."
Stiles took a moment to let all of this information sink in.
"Wait. Why didn't Derek use the coated chains in the first place?" Stiles questions, annoyed.
"Well… He saved them as last resort. He didn't think Jackson would become so… wild. Plus, wolfsbane REALLY hurts." Scott cringes as he remembers how he almost suffocated when he was just near wolfsbane. He couldn't begin imagine the pain Jackson must have felt that night, even though he deserved it.
"Yeah. Whatever. Still think he should have used it from the beginning." Stiles says, but he can't help but feel a little bad for Jackson.
"Where's my dad? Is he okay?" Stiles suddenly asks, feeling guilty it wasn't the first question he asked when he woke up.
"He's okay, I guess. He's at work right now. Uh, we kinda had to lie to him… you know… about how you got hurt. We told him you had been attacked by a mountain lion." Scott explains.
"Oh. Yeah, that's fine."
Stiles is startled when the door opens and Isaac comes in with 'get well' balloons and a little wolf plush.
"Stiles!" Isaac grins at him brightly. "Oh, I hope you don't mind me coming in, I was waiting outside and I heard Stiles was awake." the young beta looks at Scott, hopeful, waiting for his approval.
"Yeah. Of course." Scott gives a little pat on Isaac's shoulder.
"These are for you." Isaac says, extending the balloons and the plush doll.
Stiles chuckles and winces a little when the pain hits him again, but not so strong this time. "Thanks. The wolf's a nice little touch. It's nice to know someone still has a sense of humor."
Isaac grabs a chair and sits next to Scott.
"Derek said he'd come visit you later. He's dealing with the alpha- Ow!" Scott punches Isaac on his arm, shutting him up. Isaac looks at Stiles then at Scott, his eyes widen and he suddenly looks guilty.
"What? Dealing with what?" Stiles asks, curiosity peaked.
"Nothing. Hey, so wanna sleepover and play videogames when they let you out?" Scott tries to change the subject, but to no avail.
"Seriously Scott, what's going on?" Stiles looks at his best friend intently.
"Ugh. Thanks a lot Isaac." Isaac has a kicked-puppy look when Scott says that.
"Okay. So… when you were out, a pack of alphas came to town. And…" Scott sighs. "Derek thinks they want to take over this territory."
"Well, don't they know this place is already marked by Derek's pack?"
"Well, that's the thing. We still don't know exactly who we are dealing with. Derek's been trying to find out more, but they hide their tracks pretty well. Plus, it doesn't help that Erica and Bo- Ow!" Scott punches Isaac again.
"What? I thought we were telling him everything." Isaac says, confused.
"Ugh. You are so clueless. And that's coming from me!" Scott sighs. "Erica and Boyd disappeared and we think they went to join this other pack."
"Oh" Stiles pauses to think. He didn't even know what problems this new pack would bring. It wasn't enough that they had to deal with a new wolf… "Jackson. What about Jackson?"
"He's gone through the worst part of the whole transition, which is the first full moon." Scott says, with a hint of anger in his voice as he talks about the beta that attacked his best friend.
"He's still a bit unstable and doesn't fully have control of his wolf, but Derek's training him… I think he wants to come see you." Isaac adds.
Scott's eyes glows a bright yellow at that and he growls. "I won't let him. You tell that self-righteous asshole that if he so much as touches Stiles, I'll fucking rip his throat out."