I walked down the hallway as quietly and cautiously as I could, making sure my footsteps barely made a sound on the lino flooring. Therapy with Stiles had been a bit of a bitch if I was honest with you, like moreso than therapy normally is, you see Stiles is really sneaky about everything like I always forget myself and tell him everything, forgetting that he's actually a member of the staff and can get me thrown into isolation if I said the wrong thing. Which is of course what happened, fuck how did I manage to tell him I'd been throwing up my food again? God knows, but now I'm being threatened with taking my ipod away from me if I don't stop. Ugh.

As I approached the door of the entertainment room I could already tell that the boy I was looking for wasn't there – in fact it didn't look like there were many people in there, from what I could see through the gridded windows anyway. I could see the auburn hair of Obsessive Compulsive, I could see the crossed legs and hunched over stature of Schizophrenia and I could see the tensed up shoulders of Anger Management; saying that it was nearly half the patients here – there aren't a lot of us. Scott wasn't there though, I knew that for sure, even though he told me he would be there.

I double checked through the window again just to make sure he wasn't there but that was when I noticed something to be off. Lydia was there, flicking through a book of some kind, that wasn't weird that's what she normally does but Mr Armani wasn't there, now that was strange. Something in my gut knotted tightly at the realisation and I knew almost immediately that something was wrong.

Quickly, I turned on my heel and sped down the corridor again, enroute to room 4A, desperately hoping it was just a coincidence that the two guys that were supposed to be in the entertainment room were not.

I didn't pay much attention to my surroundings as I sort of, power walked, I supposed. My legs were on automatic and my brain was too busy worrying about the guy I'd met this morning to worry about where it was that my legs were taking me – seriously was it only this morning that I met Scott? It seems like a few days at the very least, especially because I think I'm falling pretty hard for him pretty fast. Ah I don't want to, I don't want to fall for anyone! I knew I was though, he was all I could think about during therapy, I kept thinking about hugging him and keeping him safe and protecting him from everything bad in the world.

"Hey watch where you're going, freak!" I heard a voice snap as my shoulder was violently shoved back. I screwed my eyes shut momentarily before opening them again, staring out in front of me in shock. Of course, Jackson was standing there, sunglasses now shading his eyes, white teeth bared; what a jackass.

I nodded my head in a silent apology, eyes falling to the floor as I walked past him and prayed he wouldn't try to continue the 'conversation'. I sped up ever so slightly, making sure I watched where I was going this time so I didn't walk into anyone who had the potential to kill me. "Yeah you better run!" Jackson called after me, causing my blood to run cold, "or I'll kick your shit in just like I did to your boyfriend!"

I stopped walking just as he said that, my fists clenched and I turned around slowly, ready to punch him if I needed to. Too slow. You snooze you lose. He was gone. Gah! The thought of him even laying a finger on poor Scott made me so mad, I want to kill him. Well, I want to kill him anyway because he's a total douchebag, but I want to kill him.

I did my best just to brush it off as an empty threat and turned the corner, my room being the first door I saw. I padded up to it slowly and rapped my knuckles on the wood, just loud enough so that anyone inside would hear, but no one else in the corridor would. A few moments passed without an answer so I turned the handle and proceeded into the room anyway, not caring if Scott wanted me to or not. Hell, he might not even be in there.

As soon as I was in the room though I realised that he definitely was in here. He was sitting at the end of the bed, headphones in, staring at the empty space in front of him with wide eyes – clearly he was not okay. I don't know whether Jackson had spooked him or he was properly insane like the rest of us, but he was not okay.

"Scott?" I called out, louder than the volume I'd knocked on the door with. He blinked a few times and his face seemed to soften a bit before he looked up at me, a nervous smile playing on his lips. "Are you okay?"

He tugged his earphones out of his ears and nodded, not speaking a word. God damn, Jackson had done something hadn't he? "No you're not, what happened?" I crossed my arms over my chest and leant all my weight on my left leg.

"Nothing," Scott shrugged, his voice barely audible, his eyes not daring to look up and meet mine.

"Bullshit," I protested, "Jackson did something didn't he?" Scott was about to reply again but I cut him off quickly, "it's okay if he did I mean, he does this shit all the time – you can tell me if he did."

Scott sighed in probable defeat before he nodded, patting the bed beside him telling me that I should sit with him. I made my way over to him carefully before I sat down, cringing at how much the bed dipped under my weight. "I dunno, I ran into him when I was walking away from Mr Stilinski's room, he threatened me."

I scoffed, of course he did – what a fucking prick. "What did he say?" I began to nibble on my bottom lip as I stared at Scott, worried that whatever Jackson had said had properly scared him.

"Just that I need to stay away from that girl, err… Lydia? Right?" I nodded, "he grabbed me by the throat and told me that she was his property and I wasn't to go near her."

Rolling my eyes, I lifted my arm up and went to wrap it around his shoulders, hesitating slightly, but going on anyway. He relaxed into my embrace and sighed once more, but this time it sounded more in relief than in exasperation. "Ignore him, he does this kind of shit all the time." I pressed my lips to his hair subconsciously, cursing myself the moment I did and hoping that the guy didn't notice – whoa what a first impression, am I right? I don't want to scare him off but I can't help it! Maybe we can put it down to me being crazy, ha. "I'm just glad you're okay."

The corners of his mouth tugged up into a small smile, "thanks," he mumbled and reached his arm around my waist to hug me back. "But whatever, how was therapy?"

Sorry for the delay haha, I'm absolutely horrible at keeping on top of updating fics. You should see some of the ones I have on mibba, they haven't been updated in months oops. But yeah hope you liked, next chapter should hopefully be a Sterek one yay. Please drop me a review, feedback gives me motivation to update quicker xx