Author's Notes: Nothing much to say here today except that I've started a new Supernatural fanfic for any SPN fans out there that are reading this. Also, sorry about the wait. I have another chapter on the way probably a few hours after this one. This one is kind of a short chapter too.
Sitting outside of Stiles' hospital room, I was grilled by the other pack members.
"Who was that guy?" Scott asked me.
As I opened my mouth to reply, Isaac added another question. "Why did he try to take you?"
"Where did he try to take you?" added Alison.
Before long, all three of them were growling questions at me and leaving me little to no time to reply. I subconsciously curled in on myself, my eyes flicking back and forwards between them.
My breathing had accelerated slightly and I was suddenly feeling really claustrophobic.
It took a bit of time, but Isaac was the first one to realize my panicking and he put his arms out to push the other two back a little so they were no longer crowding me.
"Hey, wha-" Scott protested, then looked at me and realized his mistake. "Oh... sorry" he mumbled. "Maybe we should take it in turns?"
Alison and Isaac both nodded.
Scott's gaze was steady. "Who was that guy?" he asked.
"Cane," I murmured.
Scott frowned slightly when I didn't add any detail. "How do you know him?" he asked.
"He was a member of my old pack."
"Why was he after you?"
"Because I ran away." All of the questions were answered vaguely and none of the three liked my answers. It took a while, but they finally got the full story out of me.
Then Isaac asked the question which I'm sure was on everyone's minds. "Will he be back?"
I just sighed and shrugged. It was obvious that he would, maybe he'd bring more of the pack with him.
"Maybe I should just leave..." I murmured. "I've already almost gotten Stiles killed."
"No," Isaac protested as he sat down next to me. "We've been through worse problems than this. A few months ago we battled a pack of alphas."
"A full pack of alphas?" I asked. "Is that even possible?"
Isaac nodded. "Yeah, it really is."
"But we don't have to worry about them anymore." Scott murmured as he looked through the glass at where Stiles was lying. I could tell he was worried for his friend, as was I.
I followed his gaze and gave a half sob, half sigh. "It's my fault," I said softly. "Why did I even come here?"
Isaac sat down next to me on the bench and looped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to him. I was trying not to cry and his actions just made me feel worse. Why was he comforting me? I wasn't the one who needed comforting. Sure, Stiles was my friend but I'd only known him mere weeks.
I buried my face in the boy's chest before sobbing softly. He rubbed my back gently, muttering a few 'shh's.
I was such a bad person, doing this to all of them. What was wrong with me? Everything seemed to be getting to me at once and it made me feel like utter crap.
Somebody walked out of Stiles' room and I looked up to see a doctor.
"He gonna be okay?" Scott asked and the doctor nodded.
"He should be but we'll need to see when he wakes up," he replied. "For now we just wait."
That was no relief to me. There was still the possibility that Stiles would have some mental damage. I didn't like that thought. What if it completely damaged his personality? I couldn't imagine Stiles any different from the way he was.
I decided I wouldn't leave this place until he woke up, even if the doctors tried to kick me out. No way.