Okay... Here's another one for you guys!
-Thanks for the support!
The sound of bone shattering was loud. LOUD! Maybe it was his special abilities that made it sound extra loud. The sound felt like a punch to his gut. He was sure he felt the fracture! And he immediately knew whose leg it was…
The ref's whistle sounded across the field. The sound of the whistle hurt his head since he wasn't prepared for it. Then he ran over where his best friend was trapped under James Dylan, the BIGGEST guy on the opposing team!
The guy on top of him started moving, and Stiles screamed in agony. Probably because of the fracture he had just heard.
…
The sight was awful. Just above Stiles' knee, ivory white bone protruded from his skin. And a few inches below his knee again, a bruise started to form. He looked over at coach, who had taken ONE look at Stiles' leg and looked like he was about to vomit…
He knew he couldn't do anything about it right then and there… To bite him would probably heal him right back up, but a lot of people had already seen his bone sticking out of his thigh. It would be impossible to explain how something looking like a bad break suddenly healed overnight…
"How bad…" Stiles' voice was broken and his eyes were blurry from tears, "How bad is it?..."
"Your leg is broken…" Scott paused, wondering how he was supposed to describe the horrifying sight in front of him. He was cut off by Stiles who had waited long enough for the answer.
"You know it's broken…" he nodded, "like; I guess it must be broken. Or like; It's a compound fracture, yes it's broken…?"
Stiles set his jaw as he waited for him to answer. Scott knew the look… He had seen it a lot of times… Like when they were about to do stupid stuff they knew had a better chance than not to hurt… Or when they knew they were about get yelled at, or hear bad news.
"Err… The last one fits best…" his shoulders moved up towards his ears. He really didn't want to explain the thing that was going on with his brother's leg.
All he could do was take away some of his pain.
...
After a few minutes, they managed to move him onto a stretcher and off the field. The ambulance was still a few miles out…
The ref walked over to where a rather pale Bobby Finstock were sitting, trying not to pass out from seeing the horrific scene on Stiles' left leg.
"Are your team ready to continue playing? Or should we wait for the ambulance to pick him up?"
"I don't know… I don't know…" coach muttered, "I have to ask them…"
He pulled himself to his feet and started walking over to where Stiles and a few of the other guys were. He kept his eyes off Stiles' legs. He didn't want to faint or puke in front of his players…
"Look guys, I totally get it if you don't want to play any more before the ambulance gets here… But the ref just asked… He wanted to know if you were ready, or if you… You know… Were ready… too…"
The guys looked at each other. Hesitantly.
"Just go play!" it was Stiles. He was a lot more relaxed now than a couple of minutes ago. He was in a lot less active pain now than when he was laying on the field… Mostly because of Scott's special skills.
"You sure?" coach asked looking straight up in the air.
"Yeah… Go!" Stiles nodded towards the field, "I'm all right…"
"You sure, Stilinski?"
"Yeah!" he smiled towards coach "I think I'm good…"
"Good? Your bone was sticking out of your thigh!"
"Yeah… Well… It's not that bad as long as I sit still…" he lied and looked over at Scott holding a hand on his shoulder in a very casual way, a couple of his fingers touching his skin. Easing his pain.
"Okay…" coach turned around, "Those of you that still feel like playing, come over and get ready… Ref will start the game when we're 10 players on the field…"
…
"Look… I only need one of you to stay here with me... The rest of you should get out there!" he nodded towards the field where a couple of their players started gathering around the coach…
"You sure…?"
"Hell yeah!" he sat up a little straighter so that would be able to see the rest of the game, "We've GOT to beat them now! Right!"
"Yeah… I guess we've got to!" Scott looked back at him, they had to win this game now…
"And Scott…" he waited for him to nod or say something, "You have to get out on that field, you're the captain. Remember?"
"But you're…" how should he say this again…
"I'm pretty sure one of the others are willing to stay here and hold my hand…"
"I can stay…" Isaac stated as he too put a hand on Stiles' shoulder, touching his skin with some of his palm…
"Okay… But if you change your mind… Just say so…" Scott said before he turned around and walked after the others…
Hope you have enjoyed it so far...
(And I 'decided' that Isaac returned. I'm really not sure about how old he is supposed to be, if he's the same age as Scott and Stiles or if he's older. So I kind of just decided that he was the same age as S&S, AND that he returned after some while...)