But that floating in the clouds feeling could only last for so long.
The weather outside was getting worse and with the mood we were all in, honestly it couldn't have fit better. Boyd and Isaac sat a few seats in front of me and I was sitting alone, in front of Scott and Stiles. I had my face leaned against the window for the coolness against my cheek that was bruised. My body tensed with pain every bump we went over and it took everything in me not to groan out in pain each time. Last night, last night was my fault and I wouldn't let myself heal over something that I could have prevented. I deserve these injuries, I deserved even more than just these. Derek was dead and it was all my fault. If I hadn't let that alpha get a hold of me, I could have stopped him from falling. And now Scott wouldn't even let me heal him. There was a sudden snapping sound in near my head.
"Vair. Scott. Yo, you two with me?" Stiles asked.
I leaned up, turning around to them.
"What? Yeah." I said, voice drowsy.
"Sorry, what's the word?" Scott asked.
I blanked out slightly again, glancing over at Ethan who was sitting next Danny.
"Darach." I heard Stiles say.
I glanced at him and noticed Scott was too.
"We have to talk about it sometime, okay? And we're going to be stuck on this thing for five hours so why not?" Stiles said.
Scott had leaned his head up against the window again with a small sigh.
"Next word, intransigent." Stiles said.
"Stubborn." Scott replied.
We went over another bump, I shut my eyes in pain and heard Scott make a noise. I looked at him, his eyes shut in pain with a look on his face.
"We shouldn't have come." Stiles said, looking at Scott and me.
"We had to, there's safety in numbers." Scott replied.
"Well, there's also death in numbers, okay? It's called a massacre. Blood bath, carnage, slaughter, butchery. " Stiles retorted.
Scott let out a small groan.
"Alright, I'm telling Coach to pull over." Stiles said.
"No, no, no. I'm alright." Scott replied.
"Well you don't look alright." Stiles stated.
"He's not." I spoke up.
"Yeah and neither are you." Stiles said. "Just let me see it."
Stiles tried to move Scott's jacket to the side, Scott swatting at his hands.
"I'm okay." Scott said.
"Just let me see it." Stiles said, tone more serious.
Scott sighed then pulled up the side of his shirt to reveal jagged cuts on his torso that were still bleeding.
"I know it looks bad but it's because they're from an Alpha." Scott said.
"They shouldn't look that bad." I said, eyes catching his.
Scott averted his eyes from mine and I looked at Stiles, he caught on pretty quickly then.
"I can't believe Derek's dead." Scott said, leaned against the window again.
Coach was yelling at some kid up front when he turned to survey the bus.
"McCall! Beacon! Not you guys too." Coach whined.
"We're fine, Coach." I hollered back.
"Really because you've got blood trickling down your thigh and Scott's bleeding through his shirt." Stiles replied, head leaned over the seat.
Scott nodded at Ethan.
"He's listening." Scott said.
"Is he gonna do something?" Stiles asked.
"Not in front of this many people." I replied.
"What about the two ticking time bombs sitting near him?" Stiles asked.
I looked forward, seeing Boyd dig his claws in to the seat in front of him. I started to stand, my legs weren't wanting to work properly. I felt a hand on my shoulder, Scott pushing me back in to my seat. He moved over Stiles and up towards Isaac and Boyd. I wasn't sure what Scott had said to them but it made Boyd calm down. He sat back down, panting now.
"Get up." I said.
Stiles scrambled up and we switched places. I leaned over to Scott, jerking his jacket apart and placing my hands over his stomach, he gritted his teeth when my hands made contact with the wound. Usually I'd hover over a wound but Scott wasn't letting himself heal. This wasn't his fault, it was mine.
"Ethan's looking at his phone like every five minutes." Stiles said.
"I don't like him sitting with Danny." I said.
Stiles got out his phone and I saw Ethan turn around and stare at us. Stiles jerked down in his seat.
"Real smooth." I said.
"Danny said someone close to him is sick and might not make it through the night." Stiles whispered.
"Ennis." Scott stated.
"That means he's not dead." I said. "Which means that Derek might not be dead."
Coach started blabbering about something at the front of the bus.
"Coach, there's like food exit like a mile up the road. Maybe even we stop then maybe traffic-" Stiles started to say.
"We're not going to stop." Coach replied.
"Okay but-" Stiles continued.
Coach blew his whistle.
"Stilinski! Shut it! It's a little bus." Coach yelled. "Stop asking me questions."
"I hate him." Stiles rubbed his face. "How the healing coming?"
"Barely. I stopped the bleeding but someone won't let me just heal him." I said, eyeing Scott.
"That's it, I'm calling Lydia and Allison." Stiles sighed.
"How are they gonna help from back in Beacon Hills?" Scott questioned.
"They're not in Beacon Hills, they're right behind us, they've been following us for hours. Pathetic." Stiles said.
Stiles then proceeded to have an interesting conversation with Lydia and Allison. Stiles then tried to argue with Coach who repeatedly blew his whistle. Stiles then plopped down next to the kid Coach had been yelling at and whatever he did caused a foul stench to flood the bus with the overwhelming smell of vomit. The bus pulled over not much later. Everyone rushing off the bus, I stood in front of Scott and Stiles stood behind him. He leaned on me slightly as we got off the bus. I grabbed Scott's arm, draping it over my shoulder as I started to try to get him away. Stiles helped, Allison and Lydia rushing up to us. We went to a restroom farther off than the others. I set Scott down between a set of sinks. I lifted up Scott's shirt to see the full wound. It'd gotten worse in the matter of minutes it'd taken us to get over here. Veins were darkening and his skin was bruising.
"Why didn't you say something?" I asked, voice almost a whisper.
"Sorry." Scott replied.
I stood up to talk to Allison, Stiles and Lydia.
"This shouldn't be happening, I've seen him heal from worse than this." Allison stated.
"Then what do we do then? Call an ambulance?" Stiles asked.
"What if they can't help?" Allison asked.
"What if it's psychological?" Lydia offered.
"Like psychosomatic?" Stiles asked.
"Psychalgia." Lydia replied. "A physical illness from a psychogenic cause."
"Like nocebo?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's all in his head." Lydia stated.
"Because of Derek, it's because he blames himself for it." Stiles said.
They all paused glancing at me. Bruised face and a jacket on to cover the bruises covering my body, blood stain on my leg.
"Just like someone else." Stiles stated.
"You heal yourself right now." Lydia demanded.
"No." I replied. "It's not Scott's fault that Derek's dead. It's my fault."
"Okay but Derek might not be dead if Ennis isn't." Stiles said. "Plus wouldn't it take a lot more than a fall from a few feet up to kill an Alpha?"
"I should have protected him." I said.
"You kept Isaac and Scott from being killed. You can't protect everyone." Allison said.
Her words seemed to radiate with me as I was covered in a small glow, my body healing. I smiled at them and knelt down to Scott.
"Stiles, go grab him another shirt. Lydia go with him and help stall Coach. Allison, can you watch the door?" I asked.
They all nodded, smiles on their faces as they all took off out the door. I could still see Allison though.
"Hey, how you feeling?" I asked.
Scott let out a small laugh, he was weak.
"Scott, listen to me, okay? I'm going to heal you and if you don't let me then I'm going to take your wound and transfer it to my body." I threatened.
Stiles eyes popped open and he looked me up and down, terrified.
"You can't do that." He said.
"I can and I will. Let me heal you." I said.
He nodded, I put my hand over his stomach. The wound stopped bleeding and the bruising disappeared. The wound started to close up but not before Stiles walked back in.
"We've got trouble." Stiles said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"He just flipped out, started going after Ethan." Stiles said.
I grabbed Stiles' hand and pulled him towards me and I went through the duffel bag on his side. I carefully pulled Scott's jacket off and then grabbed the bottom of his shirt, peeling it off over his head. I pulled on the new one and helped him back in to his jacket. He could stand now and the wound was significantly healed but not all the way. He draped an arm over Stiles and we walked back outside. I peeked over the crowd.
"I'll deal with this." I said.
Scott hesitated then nodded at me. I walked through the crowd, grabbing Isaac's wrist as he was about to bring it down on Ethan's face again. He looked at me.
"Isaac, that's enough." I said.
He tried to move his arm away from me, to get it back to Ethan's face again.
"Isaac; that is enough!" I rose my voice.
He moved back, almost pouting. He looked me up and down and then over at Scott, he had a smile on his face after that. He moved past everyone and got on the bus.
"Thanks, Beacon." Coach said, confused.
I kneeled down next to Ethan, I extend a hand and he surprisingly took it. He sat up and then I walked back to Scott and the others. We all got back on the bus. I slid in to a seat next to Scott, Lydia and Allison sitting with one another and Stiles sitting in the seat between us. We started driving again. I leaned my head back, rubbing my face slightly. Lydia, Allison and Stiles were talking about the Darach.
"Thank you." Scott whispered.
"You're one of my best friends, I wasn't going to let you die." I replied.
"I'm still mad at you." He pouted a little.
"Because I threatened to give myself the wound?" I asked.
He nodded.
"I figured that transferring it to my body would let me get rid of it." I replied.
"I would never let you do that." He replied, his eyes meeting mine.
"Why not?" I asked.
He was silent, patted my thigh and then leaned his head against the window to take a nap.
