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Scott didn't look away from Stiles who was still sleeping. However Scott eyes wondered away from Stile's face where they had started to Stiles chest. Stiles chest was covered in dried blood from when he had attacked his chest when he had leaped out of the car earlier that day. How had it only been a day since Issac had ran into his classroom? It felt like years, like a lifetime. He would have to get Stiles a new shirt before they took Stiles' home, he didn't want Stiles's Dad to panic since it was not a small amount of died blood on his chest. Scott closed his eyes and grimaced as memory of Stiles's slashing into his chest with his claws came into his mind again.

He forced his thoughts away from the memory but kept his eyes closed, he was so tired and the exhaustion that he felt before Stile's dad had called settled in him again. Scott tired to fight it, Stiles needed him, however another part of him argued that Stiles was asleep and he couldn't do anything to help him if he was too tired to do so. He was so exhausted that he listened to the second part of him and the low steady rumble of the engine lured him asleep.

"Ahhhhh!" Scott jolted up and was immediately wide awake as he listened to Stiles's scream which filled the car. Stiles's eyes were closed but only for a second before they popped wide open and stared at him in terror his breathing fast and hard, but at the same time Scott knew that Stiles wasn't seeing him but something far different and far darker. Stiles's eyes then darted around the car seeming to take in his surroundings, his breathing only slightly lessened and he turned toward Derek.

"Stop the car!" Stiles demanded.

"Stiles's what's wrong?!" Scott asked worried as Derek slid the Camaro from one lane of the freeway to another and then to the side of the road. Stiles didn't wait for the car to stop completely before jumping out of the car and running into a thicket of scraggly trees that looked like they had seen better days. However Scott cared little about the state of the trees and cared more about the fact that Stiles was out of sight.

Scott heart stopped for a moment thinking it was going to be a repeat of the last time, Scott scrambled out of the car he absently noted two doors open and close behind him as he ran a few feet before stopping abruptly as he saw that Stiles had not run off into the forest and was only just barely into the forest enough that he was obscured on the side of the road. His relief that Stiles didn't run away died quickly as he saw what was happening.

Stiles was on his hands and knees and was apparently dry heaving. Tears pricked at the corner of Scott's eyes as he watched his friend trying but failing to bring anything and the sounds he was making.

Not knowing what else to do or say he closed the short distance between him and Stiles and put his hand on his friend back and rubbed it around in small circles hoping that the little bit of comfort he was offering Stiles would somehow make it all better but knowing at the same time that it wouldn't. A cold breeze hit them and Scott become aware again that Stiles had ripped into his chest as well, while the rest of shirt stubbornly stayed on the part covering his chest was in shreds.

It took a few more minutes for the dry heaving to subside and when it did Scott slowly made his way around Stiles so that he could look at his face. Stiles wasn't looking up, he was looking at the ground, at the spot where should Stiles have had anything in his body he would have thrown it up. Scott knew that they had to stop for food because if Stiles was going to throw up regardless it was better that he throw something up, he was sure dry heaving wasn't really great on the body. He knelt down nest Stiles so they were at the same eye level but Stiles still avoided his eyes.

"Stiles." Scott asked softly, Stiles didn't look at him still kept his eyes on the same spot...almost like he was avoiding his gaze.

"Stiles?" Scott asked louder, yep definitely avoiding his gaze. He didn't know what to do...so he decided to listen to his gut and forced Stiles to look at him, but even with Scott holding his face Stiles still wouldn't look him in the eye.

"Stiles talk to me." Stiles eyes momentarily met his and for one moment that seemed to last for an eternity he could see the pain, the pain that cut straight into his heart before Stiles looked away again.

"Stiles." he tried again.

"We should get back to the car." Stiles said jerked his head away from Scott's hold and started back towards the car. Scott shook his head confused, they had been making progress Stiles had really exposed himself was he hiding away again?

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