Chapter 2 - Pack is Family

Derek didn't get it.

Scott brought Stiles downstairs and gently washed his friend's bloody wrist and bandaged it carefully. Derek followed them wordlessly, handing them things when Scott asked for them. Scott would occasionally whisper a joke and Stiles would giggle softly as Scott quietly took his pain away.

Finally, Stiles arm was wrapped up and it was getting late. Stiles sat cross-legged at the edge of his bed and Scott walked over and sat next to him.

"Stiles—"

"I know, it was stupid… I… I just—"

"Stiles. It's okay," Stiles looked up at his friend. "I understand, I get it. Just… Just please stop. If you get upset, call me, rip up some paper, hell, cut apart a t-shirt, just please, don't hurt yourself."

Stiles smiled sadly. "Yeah," he breathed. As Scott patted his back, he yawned. Scott chuckled and Stiles ducked his head shyly.

"Tired?"

Stiles giggled. "A little."

Scott glanced at the clock. "It's getting late anyways."

Stiles sighed deeply and yawned again as Scott pulled back the covers of his bed. Stiles stood and walked around the bed, lying down.

Scott frowned and stuck his hand out.

Stiles pushed himself up. "…What?" Scott raised his eyebrows. Stiles blinked. "O-oh," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small razor blade. He bit his lip and looked down, dropping it in Scott's open palm.

Scott smiled slightly and pulled the covers up to Stiles' chest as he lied down. "It's okay, Stiles. G`night," with one last encouraging smile, he shut the lamp off and left the room.

Scott sighed and turned to Derek. "Thanks, Derek."

Derek frowned. "…I… I don't understand…"

Scott blinked. "Wha-what? You don't-wait, what?"

Derek sighed. "I-I don't get it! I don't understand! You didn't really even explain what's going on."

Scott pursed his lips. "Uh… What do you mean? Sorry, I—"

"I don't know what's going on! All I know is that Stiles is hurt and… Sad…"

Scott laughed softly. His smile died. "Um… Maybe we could talk downstairs?"

Derek sighed and nodded. The two quickly went down the stairs and Scott stood at the edge of the table, biting his lip.

Derek frowned. "Well…?"

Scott sighed. "You… You've never heard of self-harm?"

Derek blinked. "What?"

Scott huffed. "Sometimes… People hurt themselves because… It sorta makes them feel better."

Derek squinted. "…That doesn't make any sense."

Scott sighed. "I know, but… It's like, if you get really mad and punch a wall; at the time, it seemed like a great idea to get rid of the anger, but after, you look at the ruined wall and feel stupid… Sorta…" Scott rubbed the back of his neck.

Derek frowned. "…I still don't get it."

"Stiles blames himself for Allison and Aiden… And everything the Nogitsune did," Scott explained. "He felt like… Like he deserved to feel pain and be hurt… So he hurt himself."

"But… Why?"

Scott shrugged. "It's… Complicated," he sighed again, running a hand through his hair. "…There's some nerdy scientific reason too… Like, pain can send happy chemicals to your brain, and even though it hurts, you're happier for a minute."

Derek looked down, nodding slightly. "…It still seems stupid…"

Scott pursed his lips, nodding. "Yeah, but people always have reasons… I just never thought Stiles would do something like that…"

Derek shrugged. "You said he blames himself. It makes sense… Sorta…"

Scott smiled, laughing slightly. "I guess we'll just have to help him… Realize it wasn't his fault…"

Derek chuckled. "Maybe we could just hug him."

Scott laughed. "'It'll be okay, wittle buddy'," he joked. He sighed and looked up at Derek. "…You'll help me fix him, right?"

Derek smiled. "Of course. Pack is family and family helps fix each other."

AN: …:P

Soo… Cheesy ending… Hope ya'll liked it, cuz I couldn't figure anything else out… Sorry it took so long to finish. Um…

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