Hello! I actually wrote a lot of this before I posted the other chapter two and then combined the two chapters and created this and want to know which one you guys like better so I know which one to keep up. Thank you!
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Emma's POV:
My whole body feels weirdly heavy, like I'm pinned to the ground from the sheer weight of it, and yet, I don't think I've ever felt more in tune with my body. I'm hyperaware of and sensitive to any movement I make, any twitch under my skin or wiggle of my toes. I feel at peace but there is a nagging, white hot pain running through my torso that is telling me I shouldn't be. I tell my body to stand up but I'm too tired to put any effort into forcing my legs to actually move. I wiggle my fingers and am so focused on how nice that feels that I don't even see the two boys in front of me racing down the hill until they start yelling and my eyes drift upwards.
"I found something!" someone screams.
"Slow down before you break something, you idiot!" The person behind them hisses. In seconds, there are two faces looming in front of me but I can't bring myself to care why they're here. I just want to sleep. All of a sudden, I'm no longer on the forest floor but I'm laying on the floor of my old bedroom. The sun spills in from the window and warms the exact spot I'm laying in. The carpet is so soft and I dig my hands into it. I stretch out, my muscles screaming with bliss.
"Can you hear me?" the stranger in front of me asks unreasonably loudly and my eyes snap open to meet their dark brown ones, my old bedroom now forgotten. It takes me a few seconds to individually process each word that comes out of his mouth and then I have to think hard about what those words mean strung together but that just makes my head throb even more.
"She looks like she's going to pass out. Where's the ambulance?" the same stranger who was asking the questions says.
"Scott told me not to call an ambulance until he chased away whatever the hell caused them to swerve off the road! If it's after her then it won't stop and that would just endanger more people." The second blurry face asks.
"Why would you ever listen to Scott? I make the plans around here! It's been at least ten minutes since the accident, she could be dying." The other responds, tugging at his hair.
"Are you trying to freak her out?" The second voice retorts.
I'm so tired. I begin to let my eyes close, my eyelids feeling impossibly heavy. Their voices start to blur together in the background but it's hard to focus on anything, my breathing is way too loud in my own ears.
"Hello?" The second stranger asks. "I'm Isaac and this is Stiles. What's your name?" Isaac asks.
Isaac, Stiles, name? My name? "Emma." I mumble, the words reflexively trying to force themselves out of my mouth.
"What did she say?" Stiles asks.
"I don't know, I couldn't understand her! I'm going to take Scott's helmet off of her." Isaac says and I feel a hand underneath my chin. It's so cold that it sends a shock through me. I shiver and agony courses through me. I groan and turn my head into the dirt, trying to find a comfortable position. Something hard digs into my back.
"Isaac wait! What if that helmet is the only thing keeping her head attached to her neck? I would never sleep again if I saw a person's head pop off."
"Could you please be realistic here? She just turned her head, it has to be attached to something!" Isaac whisper yells.
"We don't know what she is, something weird could be going on here. It wouldn't be the first time something like that happened." Stiles retorts.
"I know but if she is what she smells like then I think she's human. We can't risk something happening to her because we were afraid of a 'what if'" Isaac says. Wait, what do I smell like? I definitely put on deodorant this morning. Or at least I think so. What a weird thing to say at a time like this, I think to myself, panicking at the thought of smelling bad in front of two strangers who also look my age.That's the stupidest thing to be worried about right now. Thinking about other things was still not enough to distract myself from the pain coursing through me.
"Why do you always have to say things that make sense?" Stiles says, sighing.
The hand touches the bottom of my chin again and I feel a pinch before I hear the click of the buckle coming undone.
A pair of shocking blue eyes meet mine when the mask on the front of the helmet that made everything darker is removed. A chill rushes through me now that I'm completely exposed to the night air and am no longer warm every time I exhale, there is no more helmet that fogs up when I breathe, and I shiver. Something inside of me screams in protest at the small movement and I wince and my hand instinctually moves to press on the spot.
"Does that hurt?" Isaac asks, moving his hand to touch mine and I nod. "Everything hurts." I say through gritted teeth. The pain comes in waves and each lull makes me dizzy. My body thinks everything is fine but then am launched into the next round of hell.
"Okay, what's your name?" He asks again.
"Emma." I croak, my voice broken and raspy.
"You're going to be alright, Emma, we're going to get you help." Isaac says and I can tell by the way the skin wrinkles around his eyes in genuine concentration and concern that he's telling the truth.
I nod and let myself relax a little. I want to say more but can't focus enough to remember how I got here or what I need to be doing. I can't seem to formulate one solid thought, everything is just bouncing around in my head.
"Oh my god, Isaac look." Stiles says, the color draining from his cheeks as he stares down at my leg, breaking me out of my train of thought.
"What's wrong?" I say, trying and failing to see what they're looking at.
"Nothing is wrong, don't worry." Isaac says but continues to stare, paling a little himself, and I know that was a lie. The two boys exchange words and I'm frozen with fear, I'm too afraid to move.
Something presses on my leg and I scream as pain jolts all the way up to my thigh, almost as if I was electrocuted. I try to pull away. "Stop, please." I say, my voice cracking as sweat prickles under my armpits at the shock.
"I'm sorry, it's okay." Isaac says before he reaches out and touches my arm. Warmth rushes through me but this time it feels similar to when you're on laughing gas and are about to go under. I close my eyes and everything goes black.
Isaac's POV:
Stiles got to Emma first and I was so focused on what he was saying to her that I didn't really pay attention to anything else. After I took off Emma's helmet, I did a quick exam and saw that her face had several deep scratches across it but I know that couldn't have come from the accident because her face was covered. The smell left behind by another creature's claws dances faintly across her skin still but was something I knew only I could smell, the chemical and emotional traces. There were similar marks on her shoulders where her jacket was torn away but otherwise her jacket protected most of her torso, or so I hoped. Her legs were a different story.
"Oh my god, Isaac look." Stiles says, the color draining from his cheeks as he stares down at the mystery girl's leg. I look down and
I look over and see that Emma's leg is twisted at an uncomfortable looking angle from the knee down but it doesn't look broken. There are large tears in her skinny jeans but on the outside of her left knee the skin is torn away, leaving a decent sized hole and I swear I can see bone. Her whole leg is oozing blood but this particular wound has left a large red stain on the forest floor already. "It doesn't look broken but it's hard to tell, we won't know for sure until she gets checked out." I say. When we were looking for her, I didn't even need her scent to find her. I just followed the smell of blood and that was enough.
"She's bleeding a lot, give me your sweatshirt." Stiles says, going into emergency response mode now that he knows we're on our own.
"Why can't you use yours?" I say, exasperated.
"Are you seriously going to argue about this? She's bleeding out and plus mine is new, I ruined my last one the last time we had to save Beacon Hills." He says.
"Fine!" I say, taking off my hoodie without any more hesitation. Having to buy new clothes all of the time when you have no money is just hard sometimes. Stiles crouches down and reaches over, cautiously laying my sweatshirt on her knee as he looks away.
"That is just nasty." He says, shuddering.
"Will you shut up?" I say, whacking him on the shoulder. "Are you trying to freak her out even more?" I whisper yell.
"Ow, alright I'm sorry!" Stiles says.
"What's wrong?" Emma asks and I look back at her. I can see the panic in her eyes, probably mostly from the pain I'm sure she's feeling, but she's also not all here. She might have a concussion and I hope she doesn't remember a lot of this when she wakes up. Her eyes keep drooping shut and I'm trying to get her to stay awake.
"Nothing, don't worry." I lie, immediately feeling bad for doing so. I can't stop staring at the hole in her leg and I know if she saw it she would freak out, we need to keep things calm.
Stiles presses his hand down to keep pressure on the wound and the girl's eyes snap open from their narrowed state. Emma immediately lets out a choked sob and tries to scoot away. "Stop, please!" She manages, her voice weak and raspy.
"It's okay." I say and grasp her wrist lightly as I begin siphoning some of her pain away. I watch as my veins turn black and wince, I flinch, I don't think I've siphoned pain this strong from anyone before. Human pain is worse than werewolf pain because werewolf pain is strong and some of the worst stuff you my ever feel in your life but it goes away quickly, unless you have to rebreak any bones, as their bodies heal themselves at an unusual rate but human pain is persistent.
Stiles gives me a look. "Be careful, don't overdo it. How bad is it?" He asks.
"It's bad. We need to go to the hospital now." I say, my teeth gritting as I try and focus on not shifting. That's my body's natural reaction when I'm in pain now because it thinks it needs to start healing itself but, in reality, there's nothing wrong with me when I'm siphoning so it's like setting off a false alarm. Emma's body relaxes and her head droops to the side as she finally passes out completely. She held on for a lot longer than I thought she would if she really was in this much pain. "She's out. That's not good."
Stiles nods. "Just hold on buddy." He says as he presses down on the wound, hard. "I can finally try and slow the bleeding now that she can't feel it."
I nod. "We have to go though. Hold that on there as we walk to the car," I say as I rise shakily to my feet before I bend down and scoop up the broken girl into my arms.