Allison's POV

I would be lying if I said that I wasn't thankful that Stiles knew about werewolves.

It was one less thing I had to worry about. After I had seen that girl dead and Cole bitten, I knew that things were going to get real complicated. Telling Stiles about the supernatural was just one of those things checked off of that list. At least we're both on the same page with werewolves. I wanted to ask him more about what he knew and how he knew, but we were kind of in a position where we couldn't talk right now.

"Hi," I breathe as I stare at a lady behind a desk, watching her as she frantically searched for papers. "I was wondering where the guy who came in here not too long ago was staying at."

She stops and looks at me. "What's his name?"

"Cole," I say, realizing I didn't know his last name. "I don't know his last name, but we were with him when he had been attacked a couple of hours ago. We were just wanting to see how he was doing."

The lady raises her eyebrows. "At three in the morning?"

"We couldn't sleep anyways," Stiles pitches in, laying his arm across the desk. "Kind of still shaken up about what happened."

Her eyes trail down to her computer as she clicks on a few things, finding Cole's profile. "He's in room 308. I'd make it fast if I were you two."

I narrow my eyes. "What? Why?"

"Because it's three in the morning," she snaps back at me, noticing my narrowed eyes. I guess I misinterpreted her. "I'm sure he'll want to sleep all of this off."

I nod my head, taking a step backwards. "Oh, yeah. Right."

Stiles turns and follows after me as I head towards the elevator, getting farther away from the lady and now that I was thinking about it, there was barely anyone around here right now. It was three in the morning, so I guess most of the doctors were home sleeping. Proves of use to Stiles and I since we were planning on getting him out of here.

"So, what's the plan?" I ask Stiles, looking over my shoulder to make sure no one was listening to us.

Stiles picks up his pace as he catches up to where he's walking beside me now. "Okay, so we need to make it look like Cole left on his own; not like we took him."

"And how are we planning on doing that?" I ask, hitting the up arrow on the elevator.

Stiles bites his lower lip, thinking. "I have an idea...but the problem is Cole."

A dinging sounds in our ears before we're stepping inside, watching as the doors closed slowly before we lurched upwards. "I'll take care of Cole. You just make it look believable."

Stiles nods swiftly before silence wraps around us, leaving Stiles thinking that it was time to start asking those questions we both wanted to know. "So...how long have you been a hunter?"

"You really want to ask me this now?" I look over at him, not meaning to sound snappy. I was just stressed. "My family are hunters. I was just sort of born into it I guess. I've only known about it for maybe five years now. What about you...how long have you known about the supernatural?"

His eyes leave mine as he stares at the back of the elevator doors. "About the same time as you. I only found out because my best friend was bitten and you already know what probably happened from there."

"So you're not anything supernatural?" I ask, just to make sure. I mean, hell, there's so many creatures out there you can never be sure.

Stiles shakes his head. "God, no. I was offered the bite a long time ago but I declined. I'm just the hyperactive spaz that loves to annoy everyone."

The doors ding open, causing the two of us to step out. "You've never thought about being a werewolf; not even once?"

"I mean, yeah," Stiles says as we walk down the hall, watching as a nurse walking into a room to check on a patient. "Watching Scott and my other friends battle everything with their own two hands, or screams, while I was over in the corner holding a bat made me wonder what it would be like. But I like the way I am...I don't want to lose my humanity."

"But you were possessed by a dark spirit," I say, remembering him telling me about some of it briefly on the way to the hospital.

"But I'm better now," he says, holding a finger up. "I'd rather not talk about that, though."

My eyes stop when I see room 308. "Sorry; I get it. Here's the room."

We stop as we stare into it, seeing Cole lying there in bed, fast asleep. He was now wearing a hospital gown and he had an IV attached to his forearm. The only light in the room was coming from a little lamp beside the bed, barely able to illuminate Cole's facial features.

I walk in first as I stand next to his bed, hearing Stiles close the door behind us. My hand reaches up and grabs the side of his gown as I lift it up to see a huge white bandage over the bite mark, red with blood. Stiles mumbles something about him more than likely being knocked out from the pain killers as I start to pull back the bandage, curious as to how it was looking.

Stiles looks over my shoulder as I stare at the wound; it looking worse and better than before. It was hard to describe. Earlier, I could hardly see his wound, but now in the light, I could see that the blood was turning black, indicating something I didn't want to think about. I thought for a moment that his body was rejecting the bite, but the bite itself was healing.

"What the hell," Stiles breathes down my neck, eyes wide. "That doesn't look right."

I point at the bite. "The bite is healing, but what's with the black blood?"

Stiles points at it, shaking his head. "I don't think that's blood."

My eyebrows furrow before I watch him turn around and grab a pencil off of the table, using the eraser end to barely poke Cole's side. A nasty sound comes to my ear as Stiles gets the substance on the end of it, lifting it up as a long strand of black stayed attached. It didn't act like blood was supposed to; rather, it reminded me of a string of cheese not coming off of the pizza after you take a bite.

"What is that?" I breathe, never seeing anything like that before. It really freaked me out and worried me.

Stiles shakes his head. "Maybe it's a new type of ointment they're trying."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, sure. Now put the pencil down and let's figure out how to get him out of here."

He looks around the room, starting to trip slightly as he runs into the bathroom and grabs all of the towels he can find. "Okay, so get him out of the bed."

"Are we seriously going to try and get him out of here while he's asleep?" I say, giving him a pathetic look. Him being asleep meant no yelling from Cole, but how were we supposed to carry a full grown guy out of the hospital without being seen?

Stiles sighs. "You'd rather wake him up?"

"Well yeah," I say in a matter-of-fact tone. "Unless you're going to carry him."

He wrinkles his nose up. "Okay, yeah. Maybe we should wake him up. I'm not as strong as I look."

I roll my eyes at him before I see him starting to tie the towels together. "What are you going to do with those?"

"Well I saw this cool thing in a movie where they tied all of the towels together and then they strung them out of the window and just climbed down-"

"Oh my God, Stiles, no!" I almost scream at him, realizing that he could no longer be in charge of this plan.

He stops. "What? Why not-"

"Because that would never work," I sigh, face palming. "You're no longer in charge of the plan."

Stiles raises his eyebrows. "Back home I always made the plans."

"Well you're no longer home," I say, looking back at Cole as I tried to think of a solution. "First off, how are we going to wake him up?"

Stiles throws the towels to the ground as he walks over to Cole, extending his hand and pointing it towards the window. I watch in anticipation as he bends his arm back slightly, bringing it back and slapping Cole straight across the face. It was a lot harder then I thought it would have been, but Cole didn't even stir.

"You've got to be kidding me," Stiles says, leaning across the bed as he slapped his cheeks a little bit lighter this time. I quickly run around the other side of the bed as I grab Stiles' hands, pulling him back before Cole had a bruised face.

"Maybe another idea?" I suggest, letting go of his hands slowly. He looks between Cole and I before over to a cup sitting on the table.

"What if we poured coffee into his IV bag?"

"God, how are you not dead yet?" I breathe, thinking of something else on my own. I grab one of the towels off of the ground as I walk into the bathroom, drenching it in burning hot water. Stiles watches me as I walk back and place it on Cole's chest, causing his eyes to flash open as he started to scream, but I quickly cover his mouth with my hand before someone could hear it.

After he was done screaming, his eyes flicked between Stiles and I as he mumbled something, but I only heard the last of it as I removed my hand. "-Are you fucking crazy?"

"Like I said earlier, maybe," Stiles smart mouths, rubbing his hands together slightly, enjoying this for some reason.

Cole's fists clench. "I swear to God, I'm going to get restraining orders put against you two-"

"Do that after we get you out of here," I snap, staring straight into his eyes firmly. "Because by then you'll realize how much you need the two of us."

Cole grits his teeth, not appreciating my tone. "What I need is you two to get the hell out of my room."

I look up at Stiles, hoping he'd help me with this, but instead he holds his hands up, giving me a pathetic look. "You're the one who wanted him awake."

Cole was utterly confused as to what was going on. "Yeah, thanks for that by the way. That fucking hurt."

"Sorry sweet cheeks," I smart ass as I look back down at him. "Now here's what's going to happen. Stiles and I are going to get you out of here and you're not going to say a word, got it?"

"I'm not leaving this bed," he grits, holding his ground. Damn his stubbornness. "Why do you want me out of here anyways?"

Stiles spills the beans before I have the chance to contemplate it. "You're a fucking werewolf, okay?"

Cole's eyes widen as he looks at Stiles. "Excuse me?"

"He's right," I add on, nodding towards his side. "That thing on you side is a werewolf bite. It'll start healing soon and we need to get you out of here before the doctors notice it."

Cole laughs then, the first time I've heard him laugh like that. "Get out of my room before I have you escorted out."

That was when I remembered that he could do that. There was a little red button under his finger he could press at any time, and suddenly, that made it seem to me that we were running out of time fast.

"Alright, we'll leave," I say calmly, earning a confused look from Stiles. He gave me a look that said 'are you stupid?' but I shoot him a reassuring look quickly before Cole could notice, indicating that I had a plan.

Cole smirks ever so slyly at me as I start to walk away slowly, Stiles only taking a step closer to Cole as he stared at me. He looked like he was about to say something before Stiles jumps first, grabbing the button from under Cole's finger. Cole turns to grab it back, but misses by a long shot.

Stiles' eyes are wide as he looks over at me. "Now what?"

At that point, I was already running back over to Cole's bed, watching him as he started to get up. My hands wrap around his mouth as he tries to scream, holding him back down. My mind spins on what to do and how to do it; this was hard considering Cole was putting up a fight. The guy thought we were kidnapping him...

"Time for plan B," I say to Stiles as I pull out my dagger, watching Cole's eyes bulge. He stops squirming the moment he sees that. I hold it up in the air as he watches closely. "If you don't believe us, then I guess we'll just have to show you."

Before Cole could even mumble a reply, I'm taking the dagger and dragging it across his wrist. His shouts are muffled under my hand as he watches the blood start to drip out, but in a matter of seconds, the skin starts to pull together, completely healing. I guess that means he was going to survive the bite.

He's quiet as he stares at his wrist, trying to figure out what in the hell was happening to him. "Believe us now?"

I remove my hand slowly to hear what he had to say, keeping it hovered there in case he decided to scream again. "What...what the hell."

"Now you understand why we need to get you out of here?" Stiles says, looking out the window of the door to make sure no one was coming.

Cole doesn't answer him. "This can't be happening-"

"Uh, Allison?" Stiles looks back at me. "I think we might want to start getting out of here."

I furrow my eyebrows as I look back at him. "What? Why?"

"There's a nurse down the hall making her way this way," Stiles breathes, watching out the window. "She's making her rounds. She'll be here soon."

"Okay," I breathe, thinking. "Stiles, give Cole your jacket. There's got to be some pants around here somewhere for him too-"

Stiles cuts me off. "Why do I have to give him my jacket?"

"We have to get him out of that hospital gown," I say, walking around and opening up cabinets for pants. "We can't walk out of here if he's wearing that thing."

Stiles sees my point as starts to take off his red jacket. He throws it over to Cole as he stands, slipping off his gown, not caring who was in the room and who saw him in his boxers. He zips the jacket up just as soon as I find a pair of jeans; them being the ones he came here in. They had some blood stains on them, but they'd work. I throw them over to him, making sure to keep my eyes away from certain areas I didn't want to see.

"Alright," I say, turning to Stiles. "You said to leave the rest to you. How are you going to make it look like he left on his own?"

Stiles looks out of the door, pointing at a camera. "There's cameras in the hall, meaning we have to leave before Cole does. We can't make it look like we helped him get out of here, if that makes sense. Judging from where the nurse it, she'll be here in about ten minutes. So that means we need to go now and get ahead of Cole. I saw another camera out in the parking lot as well, so we need to get the Jeep and pull it around to a place where there aren't any, like across the street from the entrance."

"You get that Cole?" I say, turning around to see that he was now fully dressed, eyes lost as if he was still confused as to what was happening. "We'll go get the Jeep and pull it around front where there aren't cameras. You just walk out of here normally and get in with us and then we'll figure out what to do from there"

He nods his head stiffly. "Alright."

"I guess we better go then," Stiles says, looking over at me. "I still think the towel rope idea was cooler."

"Shut up, Stiles."

-*+*-

We had walked out of there as easily as we walked in. By the time we reached the Jeep, we were anxious and worried if Cole was going to follow what we told him to do. We made sure to tell him as well to not walk past any of the desks in case someone were to ask about him.

Stiles drove around to the front and parked across the street as we waited for Cole to come out of the doors, it taking a lot longer than I thought it was going to take. I worried that he got caught and was sent back to his room, but before long, he did come walking out of those doors, hands in his pockets as he kept his head down just in case.

I scooted over in the front seat to where I was now touching Stiles, it not feeling weird at all. Cole jumped into the seat next to me as he slammed the door shut, looking over at Stiles and I. "Well that was a lot easier than I thought it was going to be."

"We're not out of here yet," Stiles breathes before starting the Jeep, taking off and getting back onto the highway.

The Jeep is quiet for awhile before Cole breaks the silence. "So, I'm a werewolf."

"Or you're a walking dead man," Stiles says without even thinking.

He looks at me. "What does that mean?"

"Either the bite turns you into a wolf or you die," Stiles says yet again, not having a filter.

Cole looks scared before I reassure him. "Don't worry; you're healing which means you'll be okay."

I didn't mention how odd his bite mark looked, only because I didn't want to scare and confuse him even more. "So...uh, how do you two know about all of this?"

"It's a long story," Stiles and I say in synch.

Cole nods his head before something finally occurred to me. I had totally forgotten about the full moon until I looked up at the sky, my eyes widening. "Well, at least you'll figure out what all of this is about in a few hours."

"What are you talking about?"

"The full moon is tomorrow night," I say, looking back at him. "In other words, I hope you don't mind being chained up."

-*+*-

Cole reminds me a lot of Jackson...idek. Maybe they're related, haha.

I probably would have extended the hospital scene if I didn't already have 3k words and didn't want to go ahead and publish this, so yeah. I wanted to have a part where Stiles actually did the towel chain thing and ended up falling, but I couldn't really figure out how to fit it in, lmao.

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