As everyone started to leave the area where they had fought against Gerard and the kanima, the exhaustion in Scott's bone started to set in only to be quickly overshadowed by his near shock when he took in Stiles' appearance. His arms were decorated in bruising, his lip was split and the gash on his cheek was wide and still red. He just knew that it had to be Gerard who had caused the pain which replaced the exhaustion was taken over by a deep guilt.

'You pulled him into this. He got hurt because of you.'

"The jeep's okay?" Scott asked Stiles while climbing into the passenger seat of the jeep, even if it was the last thing on his mind as Stiles climbed into the driver's side and turned the key while speaking.

"Yeah, the bumper isn't bent, which is good, because I do not want to explain kanimas to my dad tonight. Or ever, let's go with ever."

Scott nodded in agreement as they pulled away and headed towards his house but no matter what, he couldn't pull his gaze away from Stiles' face and how the purple and red looked so out of place against his pale skin.

'This is all your fault.'

"Yo, Scotty. Wanna tell me what you're staring at?" Stiles spoke up after a few silent moments aside from the sound of the wheels on the pavement.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"This wasn't supposed to happen and it's all my fault-."

"Scott, what?"

"You're not supposed to get hurt!" Scott finally snapped, nearly making Stiles brake in the middle of the road but he couldn't even focus on that because of how bad everything felt, how his bones hurt, how he regretted using Derek to bite Gerard and for getting his best friend hurt. "You're human, you're supposed to be safe in your house with your dad. Away from all of this."

"You don't even know what happened. Because if you did, you'd know that it was a human who did this."

"A human who used you against me because of what I am."

The car was silent for a moment as Stiles' lips twitched, seemingly trying to find some way to prove Scott wrong even though he knew that this was Gerard, and it was his fault.

"Okay, you're right. This was supposed to make you feel bad. But, I'd go through it again. I'd go through hell and back for you, Scott."

"Why would you do that if it means getting hurt? Possibly even getting killed?" Scott demanded.

"I'd do that for you, because you're my best friend and I don't think I could live without you. If getting punched in the face by a ninety year old keeps you alive, then I'd do it again."

"You shouldn't have to though," Scott said as he swallowed back guilty tears, "just because I have to live this way doesn't mean I should drag you with me."

"Now, if I remember correctly, I dragged you into this because of a dead body," Scott couldn't stop the tears from falling out of his eyes even though he knew that the reason that Stiles had brought up that night was because he was trying to help., "I'm here because I want to be. Not because I have to."

"Thanks." Scott nodded while raising an arm to his face to wipe off his cheeks.

"Anytime."