"Ok, so what do we know?" Scott started. He had got Lydia, Malia, Liam, and Mason together to discuss the possibilities of what was going on with Stiles.
"We know Stiles is in a coma." Malia started.
"And due to the head trauma, we don't know when he'll wake up. IF he'll wake up." Lydia said.
"We know a large shard of glass was embedded into his head, making him have some hemorrhaging, the full damage of which is unknown." Liam added.
"And we know Scott talked to him before he passed out and left him with the word 'five.'" Mason said.
"And we know that Stiles mysteriously jolted in bed and then started bleeding from his shoulder from a Wendigo, even though there were none near him." Scott finished. "So how does it all connect?"
Silence.
No one knew what exactly was going on with Stiles. What he was going through, and what he'd been trying to warn them about before he lost consciousness. And worst of all, there didn't seem to be a way to get him back. Not any way supernaturally at least. Because Stiles wasn't suffering from a supernatural injury. Scott had noticed the Doctors sharing concerned glances, and his mom had heard them whispering that the head wound was all cleaned out, and though head injuries were hard to decipher a time the patient would regain consciousness, he still should have woken up by now. But he hadn't. And they didn't know why. That was the part that had been bugging Scott. They didn't know why. He was at a loss of what to do. At a loss on help his human best friend. But then he was somehow bit by the wendigo, and suddenly it looked like there was something Scott could do. Scott couldn't do anything for a regular human wound, but even if the car crash and other injuries were normal and explainable, the wendigo bite wasn't. And it told Scott that there was something else weird going on. And Scott was determined to get to the bottom of it. Except… He had no idea where to start. So he'd texted everyone to meet up at his house. But it seemed no one else had any idea either.
"Lydia? Have you been able to… I don't know, sense something?" Lydia kept staring at a knot in the table. "Lydia? Lydia." Lydia's head snapped up, eyes lost. She shook her head and her eyes changed back to the determination they were all used to. He knew this had to be hard on her. It was only a few weeks since her and Stiles had admitted their love for one another. And now he was lying in a coma, unaware if he would ever get better. Fearing he would get worse.
"What?" she asked.
"Have you been able to sense anything? Or has anything stuck out to you?"
"No. That's what's driving me crazy. Until the bit on his shoulder popped up, everything happened so… normally. It's not like he was in a werewolf fight or locked up in eichen house or something. It was a normal car crash, and normal injuries. If there was anything supernatural going on I should have sensed… something. Seen- something! But I've gotten nothing. All I can do it sit here running strategics like a normal person."
"There's worse things you could be." Mason said, both feeling offended, and flashing back to finding out he'd been the beast they'd been looking for.
"What about the crash itself? Could it have been something else that caused it?" Liam asked.
"No, I specifically saw a deer in my dream. It seemed to come out of nowhere. He swerved to avoid it and crashed.
"Where does the 5 come in?" Malia asked next.
"There's 5 of us in the pack right now, including Stiles since Kira is gone for who knows how long." Liam chimed in.
"There were 5 alphas in the alpha pack." Scott mentioned.
"There were 5 oni, weren't there?"
"What's an oni?" Mason asked.
"What's an alpha pack?" Liam asked.
Scott shook his head in frustration. "There were nine tails, and nine oni. Even if it was one of those, how would those relate to Stiles now? What was he trying to tell us?" Scott wondered aloud.
"Why not just ask him?" Malia asked innocently. Everyone turned to her.
"What do you mean? How?" Lydia asked, the conversation suddenly peeking her interest.
Malia shrugged. "Haven't you done it before? Go into Stiles head? Tap into his mind with your claws in the back of his neck?" She asked. Silence. Then-
"I feel like I'm failing a calculous class or something" Mason whispered, looking at Liam for direction. "You know what I mean?"
Liam shrugged and nodded. "Yeah I'm lost too." He whispered to Mason. But Scott wasn't, and neither was Lydia. "Malia you're a genius!" Scott said, smiling widely.
"That is a good idea, but it's also dangerous. Stiles is already in bad condition. That don't know why he's not waking up and they think is has something to do with his head wound. If we make another puncture basically into his spine, don't you think it could damage him further?"
Scott was nodding in concentration. It was a valid point, but they were out of options. They needed to know what was going on with his best friend. And talking to him was the best option.
"You have a point Lydia, but we need Stiles to give us a clue into what he was trying to warn us about."
"Hasn't he already given us clues? Five? And the bite mark? We just need to piece them together."
"That's why we're here. And we haven't been able to figure out what any of it means. They don't seem to be related to the bite at all." Scott could tell Lydia was still reluctant, but then she nodded.
"Fine, but we do this under supervision. All of us will be there, including your mom in case something goes wrong. And we should clear it through Stiles' dad too."
Scott was nodding already. "Absolutely. Ok, let's head back to the hospital."
