Chapter 4
"Deaton..! " Scott called urgently, as he parked his jeep outside the clinic. He got out and held the door open for Aiden. All through the journey, Aiden had been quietly whispering to Ethan, pleading with him to hold on. As Aiden bundled Ethan out of the car, Scott realised that holding on would be much harder than he had thought earlier on. He ran his eyes over Ethan, taking in the extent of the injuries which made him flinch inside. Ethan's head rested on Aiden's shoulder, creating a dark patch of blood where his lips were on the shirt. "He's coughing up blood", Scott thought. Ethan's eyes were closed but the right side of his face was swollen. His body was a mess, really. Scott didn't even begin to examine the wounds, the long deep cuts that seemed to be slowly oozing out his life force. Aiden caught Scott's eye and that unsettled the latter a bit. He wasn't prepared for the look the twin gave him. The look of utter defeat and anguish was something that Scott had never seen on Aiden's face.
"Scott?" Deaton called as he opened the clinic door. His voice interrupted Scott's silent inventory and he wheeled around to face the doctor.
"It's Ethan, doc" Scott said, rushing forward and beckoning Aiden to follow him, "he's bad."
As Aiden came in and laid his brother down on the table, the doctor all but forced himself to keep calm. "Bad is a gross understatement" he thought but his didn't voice his thoughts out aloud. The two wolves were worried enough as it is. Deaton quickly examined the wounds and went about getting supplies and calling out orders for the two boys before finally turning to Ethan.
Deaton carefully washed the wounds to rid them of the poison. In order to do that he had probe the gashes at times, which made Ethan twitch in pain. When Aiden freaked at this, he convinced him that the movement was good; "it means Ethan is still responsive" he explained, even as Aiden held his brother's hand in a death grip. As a result when Ethan fell silent altogether, the doctor had little comfort to offer Aiden. Scott ran all over the clinic bringing the doctor that he asked for.
An hour later, the activity died down a bit. Deaton had managed to clean Ethan's wound and stitch them nicely. He had bandaged them with Aiden's help. Ethan's weak form rested on the bed, while Aiden planted himself on Ethan's left side, determined to watch over his brother till he was alright. Scott stood at the door, watching over the twins when Deaton walked in with a jug of water. He placed it at the bed side table. He gave Aiden an encouraging nod before joining Scott at the door.
"I didn't know you brought in a bed" Scott said, giving Deaton a half smile.
"Since you guys started turning up so often, I decided I'd make my clinic slightly more hospitable" Deaton replied, smiling back.
"Is he going to be okay?" Deaton's smile faded a little as Scott gazed up to his face expectantly.
"I hope so."
"Doc, be honest with me."
Deaton exhaled loudly and looked Scott in the eye.
"I don't know Scott. I did everything I could, I took care of his internal bleeding, and his whipping wounds... but he won't get better unless he starts healing by himself."
"These wounds were made by two alphas, it'll take time... "
"Yes, but he doesn't seem to be making any progress at all... he should have at least started healing but he hasn't yet."
"Deaton, remember when I thought that Derek was dead because of me and I couldn't heal?"
Deaton nodded quietly, not sure where this was going.
"Well, Ethan and Danny ran into troubled waters. Danny found out about Ethan and from what I gather, things have become complicated. Though the way I found them, Danny does seem to care for him, no matter what happened."
Deaton nodded, understandingly. "They both will be fine Scott. Just hang in there." He patted Scott's shoulder lightly and turned to leave.
Scott turned his attention back to the twins in front of him. "I hope so too", he whispered.
Aiden placed his head between Ethan's face and shoulder and closed his eyes. He hands still wrapped around his brother's. He was exhausted, so he closed his eyes when Scott and Deaton's hushed conversation reached his ears. Aiden made no indication that he heard anything but as he listened, a lone tear escaped from the corner of his eye and slid down his cheek.
AN: i hope you liked it... R&R and be kind! :)
