Scott tried to keep with Stiles but he was falling over his feet. Stiles finally let go of his hand and Scott chuckled quietly as he saw the pale teen running outside. He smiled and raised a hand to wave at Stiles as he turned around but just as he was going to do that, he felt himself being pulled harshly by his shirt. He was pulled then pushed into a room and the door was shut. He couldn't stop the panic from rising in his chest and it made it harder to breathe. Scott looked around the room and saw someone leaning against the walls.
Though, as soon as the person knew Scott saw them, they walked forward swiftly and reached down, grabbing Scott's throat and pulling him up to his feet whilst the scrawny tan boy clawed at their hand. The mysterious male squinted and tilted their head at Scott, loosening his grip on his throat but keeping his hand there. ''Fresh meat.. What are you in for?''
Scott heard the sound of footsteps- not just one set. They stopped outside the door and then the door handle rattled. This guy had locked the door?! Who allows locks in this place?! Scott's eyes widened slightly and he looked back at the male who was smirking at him. Scott inhales deeply and pushed whoever-it-was back, running to the door and trying to open it. ''Stiles?!'' Scott yelled through the door, earning a yell of his name back.
''Scott! Scott open the door!'' Stiles had shouted, though the sound of laughter was louder. Scott turned around and pressed his back against the door as the male walked toward him, swinging around a chain of keys on his finger.
''Sorry about all this. I really don't mean any harm. Its just, you see, he has to know everyone here and why they're here. So... whats your name?'' The male walked close to Scott, lightly tracing a hand down his face and then gripping his jaw. ''Come one, the sooner you tell the sooner you get back to Stiles.''
Scott whined quietly, he could hear everyone on the other side of the door but didn't pay attention to it. He looked at the guy in front of him, he had light brown hair and green eyes and was about an inch shorter than him. Scott thought he would've been cute if he hadn't locked him in a room and grabbed his throat. Which reminded him, this guy was demanding things from him and he didn't know what he would do if he refused. So, shakily, Scott gulped and spoke in a voice just louder than a whisper. ''S-sco-'' He cleared his throat. ''I'm Scott Mccall-''
The male stared at him after he asked his questions and smiled when Scott answered. He patted his head and loosened his grip on his face. ''Good boy, Scott. And why are you here?'' The guy looked over Scott, raising an eyebrow when he saw the bandages on his arms and then tilting his head. ''Aw, what happened?'' He asked again, his voice sounding slightly patronising.
Scott could faintly hear the sound of keys jangling and then he heard a click from the door they were against, the guy seemed to notice too and he pulled Scott away from the door, pulling him to his chest and backing away from the door as it opened. Scott tumbled and gripped onto the mystery man to keep himself up.
Stiles looked in the room and suddenly glared, walking forward quickly. ''What the hell Jackson?! Let go of Sc- woah! Woah stop-'' Scott gulped, he couldn't see anyone because his face was pressed against this 'Jackson' guys chest.
Jackson had pulled out a small switchblade, which he had stolen a weeks ago from an old patient and he held it out in front of him, holding Scott so tightly Scott could feel a bruise forming. Jackson moved his face closer to Scott, keeping his eyes on the guards and other patient. ''Listen, Scotty, I will find you later. It may be in hours or days. But we will talk again. And you'll tell me everything. There's only a short amount of time he is willing to wait. He will know why you're here.'' Jackson grinned widely and sheathed the knife, dropping it on the floor and stepping away from Scott.
The guards rushed forward and they pulled Jackson out the room. Stiles ran to Scott and held him up as Scott was a little dizzy from trying to process what was happening. Someone in a nurses uniform walked into the room and up to Scott and Stiles.
''Hello boys.'' He smiled at the two and turned to Stiles. ''I'm afraid I'm going to have to steal Scott away from you for a bit.''
Stiles narrowed his eyes at the orderly and kept his arm around Scott. ''Great. Two assholes. Jackson and Peter. This is just great.'' Stiles groaned and then looked down to Scott who still looked very confused. He looked back up to Stiles and then at the orderly who's name was apparently Peter.
''Um-''
''Don't listen to Stiles. I'm not an asshole.'' Peter chuckled and smiled reassuringly at Scott, which made Stiles squint even more. ''Hiya Scott. I'm Peter Hale, your own personal nurse.'' The orderly grinned wide. ''Well, your and a few other patients. Anyway, I'm gonna need you to come with me. You've got a counselling session and we also want to check out those wounds of yours.''
Scott blinked in surprise, a lot was happening in one day. Getting 'attacked' and then rushed off to counselling. He sighed and looked down to his arms, where Stiles was looking too. He looked up to his nurse and frowned but nodded slightly, muttering a quiet 'okay'.
Stiles frowned too and hugged Scott gently. ''Sorry for letting you get stolen by that ass Jackson and now this bigger ass Peter. After all this ill take you to the cafeteria and you can have my pudding.'' Stiles smiled at Scott. It had still been less than a day since the pair had met but they had quickly became each others best friend in here and they wanted to stay together. Stiles had never gotten close to anyone here and since Scott was new and his roomie he thought they'd be perfect.
Scott chuckled quietly at what Stiles said and nodded. ''Alright. Sounds good. Ill see ya later.'' Scott waved and was lead out by Peter, who had a hand on his back. They walked along the halls and Peter opened a door. Scott walked in and let out a sigh before sitting down on the padded chair.
Peter sat down in a chair in front of him and smiled. ''Right, lets get started shall we?''
