I'm sick! Yay! (Not)

Because I'm sick, I've been rewatching some Teen Wolf, and when I watched The Divine Move (Aiden's death scene), I noticed Ethan didn't tell him any last words, rather, just rocked him back and forth and shushed him as he took his final breaths.

So, this happened!

And now, on with the story!

Ethan winced, heading the ungodly scream come from outside, trying to ignore it so he too wasn't next. He heard it again, making him scowl, cause he heard a whip snap in between the screams.

He looked into the hall of the small house where the majority of the brutally evil pack lived, seeing Taylor walk through with headphones on in, mostly likely a failed attempt in order to drown out the screams outside.

He heard a angered male voice, the pack leader, yell to his brother outside.

"Control the shift, idiot! It's not that hard!

Then he heard the whip snap again and the same ungodly howl sound through the bedroom, but he forced himself to stay put, and not to look out the window. He couldn't see Aiden suffer.

"Pain makes you human!" He heard their leader yell, and he heard a loud, prolonged scream till the night.

Then, it stopped.

Ethan scrambled to the window as soon as he heard the door open and their leader's voice in the house, praying Aiden wasn't bleeding out onto the grass, but when he looked, all he could see was the pale moonlight highlighting drops of blood coming toward the house. That must mean-

"E-ethan..."

He turned to see his twin brother leaned up against the wall, his shirt tarnished as blood pooled from the cuts and scratches from the whip.

Ethan let out a sigh of relief, hugging Aiden while shutting the door and locking it, before leading his brother to the bed and motioned for him to take off his shirt while he grabbed the first aid kit from the bathroom, despite the fact they healed fast.

He pulled a antibacterial wipe from the package and started to wipe his wounds clean, causing Aiden to tense under his touch.

"Sorry, Ade. I'm being as careful as I can." The older twin insisted, wiping the last of the wounds scattering his back, and grabbed the bandages, starting to wrap them around the younger twin's midsection.

"It's o-okay." The thirteen year old hissed as Ethan finished and started to clean up, as well as toss Aiden a new shirt.

Ethan picked up the rest of the medical supplies, climbing onto the bed where his brother was sitting, now fully dressed, but still traumatized from that night. So, he did what he knew best.

He wrapped his arms around Aiden's back and pressed his head to his, muttering under his breath while rocking his twin back and forth.

"Shh, shh."