Chapter 9: Speechless
After getting a poor, motion-sick kid to throw up, Stiles managed to get Coach to pull over. Then it was Lydia, Allison, Stiles, Scott, and I all in a really disgusting bathroom together. Scott was bleeding and all of a sudden I felt woozy.
Allison lifted up Scott's shirt and there were three huge gashes on my abdomen. They were in the shapes of claw marks and he wasn't healing. Black blood oozed from his wounds.
"This shouldn't be happening," Allison said, walking over to Lydia, Stiles, and I.
"No, shit, Sherlock," I replied, rolling my eyes.
"Okay," Stiles said, ignoring me. "What do we do? Do we call an ambulance?"
"What if it's too late what if they can't help?" Allison asked.
"We gotta do something!" I exclaimed.
"It could be psychological," Lydia said.
"What? What do you mean like psychosomatic?" Stiles asked. I, however had no idea what the fuck either of them were talking about.
" Somatoformic," Lydia corrected. "A physical illness from a psychogenic cause."
"Okay, English, please?" I told her, crossing my arms.
"It's all in his head," Lydia replied.
"Because of Derek," Stiles said. "He's not letting himself heal because Derek died."
"So what?" I asked. "What's the plan?"
Lydia started looking in her bag. She pulled out a sewing kit and said with a shrug, "Stitch him up."
I made a gagging sound. "Okay, no. That is so gross and unsanitary!"
"I'm serious, Charlie," Lydia said. "Maybe all he needs to do is just believe it's healing."
Everyone looked at each other like it was a good idea.
"Well, I'm not doing it!" I said, holding my hands up in defense and slowly backing away.
Allison rolled her eyes. "I can do it. My father taught me." She leaned over Scott, pulling away his shirt. "He's gonna need another shirt."
"I'll get it," Stiles said. "I hate needles away. But, Allison, what about the bus? What if it leaves?"
"Make sure it doesn't leave," she said, sterilizing the needle by burning it.
"I can help," Lydia said, placing a hand on Stiles's shoulder and leading him out of the bathroom.
That left me. I was standing in front of a dying Scott and Allison who was about to perform emergency surgery on him. She looked at me as I stood there awkwardly. "I'm gonna go pee."
"You do that," she said as I left the bathroom. I headed across the grounds to the girls restroom. There was a scarlet monsoon in my pants that needed my attention.
Then, while I was washing my hands, I heard Stiles's voice from outside the door. "Charlie! Are you in there?!"
I went over to the door and opened it. Stiles was standing there, panting slightly. "It's Isaac. He's beating the shit out of Ethan... at least, I think it's Ethan."
"You think?" I asked.
"They're twins! It's hard to tell the difference!" Stiles exclaimed. "Whoever he is, Isaac is beating the shit out of him!"
"I can never pee in peace, can I?" I muttered, angrily. I stomped over to the large crowd in front of the bus as Stiles went to attend to Scott. I was pretty pissed off from all of the PMSing and I literally could not deal with this shit at the moment.
"Move, move, move," I kept yelling at the kids in the crowd as I pushed all of them aside. "Seriously, just move." I said when some kid was giving me shit.
Sure enough, Isaac was beating the shit out of Ethan... or Aiden. I couldn't tell the difference either. Isaac just kept punching him and punching him. Each time, whichever twin it was, their face kept getting bloodier and bloodier.
"Isaac," I said, reaching towards him. "Isaac, stop." That's when I realized the calm approach, which usually did, wasn't working.
Coach yelled his name as well but that wasn't working.
"Isaac!" I screamed, grabbing his fist. He looked like he was going to hit me too for a split second and in that second, I was terrified.
"Charlie?" Isaac whispered, breathless. It was like he'd blacked out for a second.
Danny ran over to the twin that was laying on the ground. So it was Ethan?
And then we were on the bus. I sat next to Isaac and behind us was Stiles and Lydia then behind them was Scott and Allison.
I didn't speak to Isaac about what had happened earlier. I just sat there, holding his hand and rubbing his knuckles with my thumb. I bit the inside of my cheek as I looked outside the window. I was thinking about one thing: how much he had scared me today.
"Charlie?" Isaac's voice broke my thoughts. I turned to look at him. Shame fell over his features. "I scared you today, didn't I?"
I opened my mouth to say something but he cut me off.
"You... you don't have to lie," He said. "I could see it. I saw it in your face and in your eyes. You looked so terrified. I mean I know your past and I know that your dad came to visit the other night."
I glared at Stiles who wasn't paying attention.
"Yeah," Isaac nodded. "Stiles told me everything. That's not what's bothering me though. You never told me."
"I was going to," I told him. "I just..."
"You never thought I want to know, Charlie?" Isaac asked, accusingly.
"Of course," I said. "I just never got around to it, okay?"
"Not okay, Charlie," Isaac said. "I want to be able to protect you. I want to know that you're okay. I can't... I can't lose you, Charlie."
For the first time in my life, I was speechless.
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