Stile's POV:
Something hard lands on my chest with a thud, jolting me awake. "What the hell?!" I yell, ready to yell at someone for being stupid, but a strange noise makes my voice catch in my throat and goosebumps raise on my skin. It's similar to the sound tires against the road when someone stops short, that eerie screeching sound. I swivel my head side to side, my heart racing in my chest. "Derek!" I whisper yell, reaching out my leg to shake him awake with my foot. I keep looking around and I'm about to shake Derek again when I look over the back of the couch and see Danny try to crawl off of the bed, dragging himself forward with his hands, hence the strange noise. It's the noise of his skin dragging on the floor. Ethan's hand is wrapped around his leg and he can't get very far without being pulled back. He opens and closes his mouth, his face contorted in pain, as he tries to say something but can't. I jump off the couch, tripping over my own feet as I run to help him.
"Danny wh-" I begin but Danny starts whispering something and I stop talking to listen. I slide to a stop, kneeling down next to him. "Don't wake him up, don't wake him up." He pleads and I nod. I grab his wrists and pull but my own socks slide a little on the hardwood floor. My anxiety becomes almost overwhelming and I begin to panic, Ethan is going to crush Danny's leg. Every tug, any little movement, makes Danny flinch. Suddenly, a pair of much larger hands are put on Danny's wrists, right in front of mine.
"I got it, try and pry his hand open." Derek says lowly and I let out a sigh of relief. I let go and reach over to Ethan to slowly, one at a time, pry open his fingers just the tiniest bit. Werewolves really do have an iron grip. Derek pulls hard and Danny collapses on the ground in a heap, writhing in pain. "Did he cut you?" Derek asks, worried.
"I don't know." Danny says, breathing hard. His hand flies down to his thigh, feeling for any rips in his jeans. "No, it's okay. No puncture marks, just what feels like a Charlie horse on steroids."
"Can you walk on it?" I ask. When I get nightmares and night paralysis, all of my muscles tense and seize and usually standing up is the only way I can stop them from cramping.
Derek reaches a hand down and steps on Danny's other foot so he can pull him up easily. Danny steadies himself and takes one gingerly step forward but his leg buckles almost immediately. Derek rushes forward to hold him up. "Does anything feel broken?" He asks, his brows furrowing in both concentration and concern.
"I don't know, I've never felt anything like this before." Danny says, still panting as a film of sweat breaks out on his forehead.
Derek looks right at me, "Call Scott, tell him we're coming over and that we need to see his mom."
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Derek and I struggle up Scott's front porch while trying to keep Danny upright between us. The door swings open before we can even knock. "Put him on the table." Melissa says, moving out of the doorway so we can get through. We help him sit up on the wooden kitchen table. "Danny, take off your pants." She says. Danny slides off his jeans without hesitation, wincing as he bends his bad leg so he can wiggle them off. There is already a huge deep, reddish blue splotch spread across the middle of his thigh and I have to look away. "Everyone out." She says, already getting to work.
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"It's nothing too serious, it will take you out of lacrosse for a few weeks and you're probably going to need crutches for a few days but nothing too bad. Basically, your thigh muscles got crushed against your thigh bone and of course that's going to hurt." Melissa says, helping me limp to the couch in the living room. I try my hardest not to lean too much on her tiny frame. "Don't worry about me, I do this all day, every day. I'm tougher than I look." She says with a smile, catching on. Everyone stands up when I enter the room but as soon as I sit down my eyes start closing.
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I wake up under a pile of impossibly warm blankets. I turn my head to look around and wince at the ache in my neck and my back. The ache that is radiating throughout my entire body actually. I clench and unclench my stiff fingers and slowly force myself up into a sitting position. Blinking, I turn slowly to each side until my back cracks and I sigh in relief. I check my phone and the first thing I see is a message from Ethan and two missed calls. I'm too tired to deal with anything or anyone right now. I let myself fall back onto the cushions and let the exhaustion of this past week catch up to me