<Scott's POV>

"You may go in and see him, but I would suggest three people at the most at a time in the room, he is very traumatized," the doctor suggests. After we got to the hospital we found Derek who led us to Stiles' room. We couldn't go in yet of course, but this just gave us time to reconnect with our friend. Cora had attached Derek in a large hug. She must of held onto her brother for a good ten minutes. Tears streaming down her cheeks, hands shaking. Derek just held her close to him. I've only seen Derek that emotional one other time. When Allison died. He was devastated for our loss. Now of course these were happy emotions but he was still uncharacteristically emotional. Doctor's looked over us quickly and patched up and stitched anything that needed it from our battle. I don't care about my injuries though. I will heal, Stiles however won't. It's partially my fault to. I couldn't even tell that my best friend was real. Some brother I am. I'm afraid Stiles won't even be able to look at me. So when the doctor tells us we can go in to see Stiles I am hesitant.

"Allison, Lydia, and Scott, you guys should go in first," Derek suggests. Allison and Lydia stand from their chairs excited and look to me to follow.

"Maybe I should wait," I exclaim. Derek rolls his eyes.

"Just go," he says coldly. I bite my bottom lip and follow the two girls into the dim lite room.  I hear quiet snores and see Stiles sound asleep with an IV poking into his arm. His body is broken, I just hope his spirit isn't. The three of us sit next to each other on one side of his bed. With a shaking hand I touch his wrist softly as his eyes flutter open. To my dismay when his vision focuses on me his eyes widen and his pupils dial ate in fear. He starts flailing around in he bed and screaming in fear. Lydia pushes in front of me and grabs Stiles' hand. I let her do what she needs to as I back away a bit. Lydia strokes his hand and speaks to him calmly. Stiles begins to cry as he yells.

"Shh Stiles, it's okay it's just us," Lydia says soothingly. My breath hitches in my throat. I did this to him. Lydia ends up just laying next to him and holding his nervous form in her arms. Her thin arm wraps around his chest as he practically lays on her and he wraps his fingers around her skin. Keeping her close to him.

Allison walks towards me with a solemn expression. "Scott, are you okay?" I shake my head violently.

"I-I did that to him," I say nervously. Allison reaches for my arm but I pull it away. With a clouded and guilty mind I walk quickly out of the room. I stop as the door closes behind me. All my other friends look at me with puzzled expressions. "Maybe one of you should go in there instead," I suggest. I swiftly walk away after that. I need to mull things over. When I turn a corner in the hallway out of the corner of my eye I see Derek get up and go into the room.

<Allison's POV>

I'll have to talk to Scott later. Right now he needs to be alone. I get why he is upset though. I would be to.

Derek rushes in the room quickly after Scott. "What's wrong?" He asks alarmed. I would imagine that after those few days they spent alone together they became very close. Especially since Stiles looks like he was beat in front of them. Derek walks to the bedside and sees Stiles now just crying lightly as he lays on Lydia. "Stiles what happened?" Lydia shakes her head.

"Don't expect an answer, he is abnormally traumatized," Lydia states. I move closer to the bed as well and look to Derek.

"I wanna know everything that happened within those few days," I demand. Derek gives me a look. I don't know what it means. Then again it is Derek and it could mean anything.

"You're going to want to take a seat," he suggests. I pull a chair over so I am facing Derek across Stiles bed. Derek sits down as well in the chair the doctors left for us. He takes a moment to breathe in a load of air and let it out slowly. He folds his hands together and looks at me in the eyes. "Marianna dropped him off into the room Peter and I were in. He was bleeding out and we were strung up with electric wires. We thought he was dead she told us otherwise. She let him survive the night and the next day she beat him, the day after that she explained to us her plan then beat him and electrocuted him with the wires we were strung with, I took as much pain as I could, the next day she updated us on where you guys were, she had spies all over watching your every move, every time Peter, Stiles, or I said something that wasn't good according to her standards she would hurt Stiles like he was a dummy. Before she left the room she demanded for her goons to beat Stiles until he was unrecognizable. They used they're claws, fists, teeth, bat, anything. I- I tried to stop them but I couldn't break the restraints for some reason. Stiles went completely still at one point and I was sure he had died, obviously he didn't. When the goons led us out to where you were fighting I don't know what she did but somehow Marianna made Stiles able to walk. I don't know how, and now here we are," Derek explains briefly. I place my hand over my mouth in shock. Then I glance over at Stiles who is completely resting on Lydia's chest. He is awake but he isn't talking quite yet.

"Derek I'm so sorry," I apologize. Derek looks at me confused.

"Why?" I sigh as a few silent tears slip down my face.

"Because we didn't come save you sooner, I'm just sorry," I repeat. Derek shakes his head.

"I'm not who you need to be taking to, Scott went to the roof," Derek tells me. I nod slowly and stand up. Walking out silently past the rest of my friends I see Cora get up next and enter the room. Isaac followers her despite the three people in at a time rule.

I wait patiently as an elevator seemingly takes forever to reach my floor. Once it does the doors open with a ding and I click the button that leads to the highest floor. The gears move silently and soon I'm on the top floor. My feet carry me to the stairway leading to the roof and I climb them slowly.

What do I tell him? Oh don't worry your best friend won't be absolutely petrified of you forever! Stiles just can't look at you right now because you nearly killed him! Stupid.

When I open the large metal door it creaks and cold night air hits me. Scott turns his head to the source of the noise. Here goes nothing. "I just needed somewhere to think," he says over the breeze of the night. I walk slowly to the ledge where he is sitting and relax next to him. Our hands lay carelessly at our sides and my hair tickles the side of his face every now and then. "I nearly killed my best friend," Scott manages to choke out. Now I grab his hand and rub the soft skin with my thumb. Drawing small circles and patterns on the back of his hand.

"You didn't know he was real," I tell Scott who refuses to look at me. He keeps his gaze locked on the hills of sand that stretch some unknown distance. Lydia probably knows.

"That's the problem, Lydia and you, and Cora, you could all tell it was him and I- I couldn't," he confirms. I blink slowly as I take in his posture. Slouched, disdainful, drowning in regret.

"Scott you didn't hear a heart beat, we all thought he was dead. You were so broken you didn't want to get your hopes up. It's completely understandable-"

"Yes and that's just one more thing I screwed up on! I didn't hear the heartbeat so I am the one that let him get taken and tortured by Marianna!" Scott yells. His chin falls an he closes his eyes to blink away the tears. I clench my lisp together and hold back the tears. Scott stand up and walks towards the small structure that covers the staircase. He leans his head up against it and place the palms of his hands against the cold metal, harsh against his warm bare skin.

I get up and begin to follow in his tracks. "Scott, you can't blame yourself, Stiles will learn to get over the trauma, he has probably already made progress," I say, completely lying. This is going to take a while. Scott closes his eyes tightly.

"Your heart beat jumped." He slams his head against the structure. "Not even you can deny he sees me as a demon!" Scott yells to me while now punching the metal. His knuckles split and the metal dents. I grab his wrist and Scott pulls himself into me. He leans his head into the crook of my neck and wraps his arms around me. His cries can be heard from miles away and I just let him sob his heart out as I rub his back in support.

"It's going to be okay... I know my heart didn't jump...."

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After a long period of time and a lot of arguing and crying Scott agrees to go back into Stiles room. I take his hand and walk him through the hallways back to Stiles room. We pass Kira and Boyd who are taking in their chairs in the hallway. I smirk as we walk, liking the idea of a new couple. Scott begins to visibly shake as we walk into the room. I squeeze his hand in reassurance. Scott nods in confirmation, more for himself than me. When I swing open the door I see Lydia still has her arm around Stiles chest and his head resting on her chest. Isaac and Cora sit a reasonable distance apart from each other seeing as Derek is sitting right next to them. I for one can't wait until Derek finds out all the flirting his younger sister has been pulling on Isaac. When the door creaks everyone looks up to the noise. Stiles eyes dilate at the sight of Scott and his whole body tenses up. Lydia pulls Stiles closer to her and Stiles grips her arm. Scott drifts into the corner in fear of setting Stiles off again. I shoot a sympathetic smile at Scott and then look to Stiles who has bags under bags under his eyes, bruises on top of bruises. And now fear in his eyes. "Hi Stiles," I say. Stiles diverts his attention to me as his body shakes. Lydia forces a sympathetic smile at me.

"Oh hey Ali," he says in a stutter like his mind is on something else.

"How do you feel?" I ask. Stiles giggles. He is in shock still I think or the drugs they pumped in his system are making him loopy.

"That's funny, your the fourth person to ask me that, not counting that nurse who looks oddly enough like me mom, my answer is always the same. I am fine," Stiles mutters sarcastically. He laughs a bit and we all hesitantly join in. "How long until school starts again, senior year I mean," Stiles asks.

"One month," Lydia confirms.

"I'll be joining you finally," Cora tells him. Stiles smiles at her. I crouch low next to Stiles' ear and speak below a whisper.

"Do you mind if Scott comes closer?" I ask. Stiles bites his bottom lips and forces a weak smile. I smile back at him and then turn to Scott who is still in the corner. I wave him over. He walks over noncommittally. Scott stands next to me and holds my hand.

"Hi Stiles," he says calmly.

"H-hi Scott," Stiles replies. I bite my lip nervously and look around at every own watching them. I give a look to Lydia and she nods.

"Okay guys we should clear out," she says. Everyone starts to get up and leave the room. When Lydia begins to slip out from under Stiles he frantically tried to find her hand. He begins to mumble her name over and over quickly. "Shh, it's okay we will be right outside the door," she says and then begins to walk away. Not without giving Scott a reassuring pat on the back. I take Lydia's hand and we walk out of the room. Stiles watches us in fear.

"This isn't going to be fixed quickly is it?" I ask. Lydia shakes her head.

"Afraid not." We sit down next to each other and I see Lydia sigh heavily.

"You okay?" I ask. Lydia looks up at me as if questioning her next action. She reaches into the space between her belt and the fabric of her black dress. Her pale perfectly painted fingers pull out a small folded up note.

"When we went to Stiles' house and I went into his room I found this laying on his desk and his fathers gun beside it," Lydia says. I pluck the note from her hand and unfold it. As my eyes skim over the words tears stream down my cheeks and I have to cover my mouth. When I finish I look at Lydia surprised.

"And we didn't even know," I exclaim. Lydia nods with a grim expression. A realization comes to mind. "We can't tell Scott. He already blames himself for not knowing Stiles was real, if he sees this he'll feel even worse for not know Stiles was so depressed. Scott my kill himself."

<Scott's POV>

I stand awkwardly beside Stiles. My first decision is to sit down so I don't look to big to frail Stiles who is already petrified of me. I look at him calmly and force a small smile. "I um I'm hoping you're not to mad at me," I start. Stiles closes his eyes for a moment.

"I spent three days in a dark room getting beat to a pulp. I was thrown around like a rag doll, tied up, and electrocuted. I wished for death every second because I was under the impression you all weren't coming. I wanted it to stay that way and I wanted to die. Then I'm dragged to a battle field and I see all of you. Hope fills me up and then none of you think that I am real. And for the first time in three days I didn't want to die. And I had to look at the hate in your eyes as you tore through my skin with punches. My point is Scott I get that you didn't know it was me I would've done the same to you. But after the trauma of the past few days you seemed more and more like Marianna. I want to be able to talk to you normally and look into your eyes and just see my best friend, but after watching you come at me I can't just yet, I'm sorry," Stiles says looking down at his hands. Tears are falling down my cheeks.

"Stiles I-" I reach for his hand and when our skin connects Stiles gasps and pulls his hand away quickly. I hear his heart begin to beat faster. I pull away as well and just watch him. He squeezes his eyes shut and clings to the bed sheet. The door opens and Lydia runs in.

"Derek heard his heart beat quicken," she exclaims. She sees Stiles' state and rushes to his side.

"I-I just barely touched his hand, he-"

"Scott it's fine, you're both fine," Lydia insists and she tries to soothe Stiles.

I nod. "Yes I'm fine, Stiles is hanging in there, but we are not fine."