"You don't stop being a soldier because you got wounded in a battle,"
-Dean Winchester, Supernatural
"Scott!". Stiles leaped towards the office door.
He wiggled the doorknob but it remained locked.
"Dammit! Scotty? Can you hear me?!" He pounded his fists on the door, pressing his mouth up against the door.
A thump echoed from inside the office, as Stiles froze. "Scott? Are you okay?"
A muffled whimper followed.
"Scott?" Stiles asked, holding his breath.
Silence.
Suddenly, he remembered. He began feeling around in his pockets until he found what he was looking for. A paper clip.
"Oh Coach this is too easy," Stiles grinned, bending the paper clip and inserting it into the push button lock. Click! He flung the door open. Scott was laying on the floor, licking his healing right paw. Something must have fallen on it as the wound had reopened and was bleeding, the gauze slightly damp with blood on the side.
"Scott..." Stiles crouched down next to him, eyes glued to his paw. Scott hesitated and gently laid his head on his paw. Hiding it. Trying not to look vulnerable. Weak.
"Scotty," Stiles beckoned towards the almost completely hidden paw. "Please,"
Scott looked up at him, making eye contact with him for the first time in the office. Scott nodded and picked his head up to reveal his paw.
Stiles swallowed hard as his throat burned with repulsion at the sight of Scott bleeding. He forced himself not to flinch as he slowly peeled back the gauze, which revealed a From what it looked like it was only bleeding. Nothing seemed to have been dislocated or further injured. *Phew*. Stiles breathed a sigh of relief as he re-wrapped the gauze around Scott's paw.
"Alright Scott," Stiles said as he exhaled loudly. "It's okay... We have to get you warm okay? Can you walk?"
Scott nodded as he slowly rose to his feet.
"Alright," Stiles ducked out of the office, looking around. Scott hid just behind him, his body pressed into Stiles' side. Silence. They were the only ones. They ran to the shower as Stiles flicked it on once more.
Stiles turned his back towards Scott as he mumbled, "Okay let me just get a towel-"
He turned to face Scott. Completely naked.
"Oh my God," Stiles flinched, throwing the towel at Scott. "That was quick! Maybe a little warning next time?!"
"Sorry," Scott muttered gruffly, covering himself with the towel.
His eyes widened. "Stiles I don't have clothes!"
Stiles reached into his backpack. "Relax! I got you covered." Stiles said as he pulled extra clothes out of his bag.
"Thanks," Scott responded as he faced the other direction, quickly throwing on a hoodie and jeans. A small shudder ripples throughout his body as he slipped the hoodie over his head as he moved to face Stiles.
"Scott? Oh God please don't tell me it's *happening* again?!"
"No. Absolutely not. I won't let it," Scott replied as he gritted his teeth.
"That doesn't exactly sound comforting," Stiles shook his head as they grabbed their backpacks and exited the locker room.
"Yeah, well it's the best answer I've got,".
once again, sorry for the long wait! I've been really busy lately, but don't worry I haven't given up on this!
Chapter 7 is a lot longer, I promise!