Present Day

"Okay, Scott, seriously...it's just getting worse," I say as Scott lifts his shirt up again, not even having to do so since we could see the black blood bleeding right through his bandage and his shirt.

Scott's brown eyes find mine. "What are we supposed to do, Corey? It's not like there's a hospital nearby, if I could even go there and seem like an actual normal person."

"Maybe that's not such a bad idea," I say, not caring about the last part of his statement. Sure, he would be a miracle patient after they stitched him up, but what would matter would be that he would finally heal. Something was desperately wrong with him and I didn't want to see it get even worse. "We need to get Coach to pull over."

Stiles nods his head. "I agree with Corey, Scott. You're not healing and need help."

Scott doesn't give in. "Guys, seriously. I'm fine."

"That right there doesn't look fine," I point at the blood stain on his shirt.

Scott fires back at me. "What about you? We don't even know what's wrong with you."

Actually, we did sort of know what was wrong with me, except the details were a little bit unclear. "No, we don't, but at least I'm not slowly dying like you are."

Stiles raises a finger. "Actually if you think about it, life is just all of us dying slowly-"

"Shut up," Scott and I say at once.

Stiles lifts his hands in a defensive manor before pulling his phone out. "Fine then. I'll just call Allison and Lydia."

"What good will they do?" Scott says, leaning his head against the window once again. "They're back in Beacon Hills."

Stiles looks ashamed. "Literally Scott, what would you do without me? They've been following us this whole time."

My heart lifts at his statement, causing me to look back at the window in the back of the bus. Surely enough, he was right; Allison and Lydia were both sitting in a Toyota trailing behind the bus. Lydia was in the passenger seat applying lipstick and popping her lips while Allison was focused, staring at the back of the bus. A small smile creeps onto my face before I see Lydia lift her phone up, talking to Stiles.

"Lydia, I know you're behind us," Stiles groans, getting straight to the point. "But listen; Scott's not healing...no I don't know why. Why else would I be calling you!...have you met this guy? He wouldn't pull over even if Beyoncè was having a free concert."

Scott and I roll our eyes at this. Typical Stiles. I look back out the window at the two girls to see Allison take the phone from Lydia, pressing it to her ear as Stiles' eyes widen. He listens for a moment before he's sticking the phone out to me, a cheeky look on his face.

"It's your girlfriend."

I snatch the phone out of his hand as I press it against my ear, wondering what Allison wanted. "Allison?"

"Are you sure you're okay?" she says, sounding desperately worried. Scott and Stiles stare at me, wondering what she was talking to me about, but I knew that Scott was more than likely listening in on this.

I turn around in my seat. "Yes...I mean, I don't know. It's hard to describe."

"Well technically you should be dead," Allison says, hatred and sadness in her tone. The moment she said this, it only reminded me of images to form in my head that I never wanted to see again.

The bus hits a bump as Scott groans behind me. "But I'm not, so that's all that matters."

Allison is quiet for a moment as she thinks.

"Please stay safe," she breathes.

The corners of my mouth stretch upwards ever so slightly. "Always. I'll see you soon, okay?"

"See you," she says before the phone goes dead. I turn and hand the phone back to Stiles, wincing slightly from turning too far on my right side. It was like I was in pain but I wasn't; it was hard to explain.

Stiles takes the phone as he shoves it back into his pocket. "I'm going to get this bus pulled over even if it's the last thing I do."

Scott and I watch Stiles carefully as he stands and makes his way to the front of the bus where Coach was waiting. He stops in front of him as he says something I can't hear, but I was sure that Scott could. Before long however, Stiles is shouting at the top of his lungs as Coach blows a whistle in his face, telling him to get back to his seat. I knew then that we weren't getting off this bus anytime soon.

Stiles turns around in defeat and to come back to sit with us, but then he stops. His head cocks to the side as he looks down at a kid I had heard of named Jarod; the one that got car sick easily. Stiles sits next to him as I turn away, already knowing what was coming. I was positive that if I were to watch it, it would send off a chain of barf.

But as I closed my eyes to not think about what was coming, more images flashed through my mind, reminding me of the previous events that had occurred what felt like ages ago.

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1 day ago

I couldn't think straight.

One minute I was having the time of my life, then the next I was having multiple panic attacks. Jade and Kali took Stiles and Allison both; and I had no idea what to do. Why would they do that? What was their plan? I guess it didn't matter. I was desperate to find both of them.

My chest heaves huge breaths as I grab the handle to Stiles' jeep, seeing that the drivers side door was hanging open. I pull it open as my hands search the darkness, trying to find a light or even better, Stiles' phone. Luckily, I found the phone first, pressing the top button as it came to life. My fingers shake as I call the first number on Stiles' list, pressing it to my ear as my mouth grew dry.

"Hello? Stiles?"

It was Lydia.

"Lydia!" I practically scream into the phone. I was slowly losing it and I knew it to. "I-they took Stiles and Allison. The alpha pack; they took them."

Lydia sounds confused. "Wh-Corey? What happened?"

"Allison and I were out on a date," I say, remembering her smile before Jade's red eyes flashed into my mind. "Then Jade and Kali came and took her and Stiles. Please Lydia...I don't know where they took them and what they're going to do."

Lydia sounds like she's moving. "Where are you?"

"Harring Bridge," I breathe, feeling another panic attack coming. "I-I don't know what to do-"

"Stay put Corey," Lydia says, starting to take charge. "I'm going to call Scott, okay? Just stay there and don't move. I'll be there soon."

I nod my head before I realize that she couldn't see me. "Lydia, I've seen what they can do. They...they can't do that to Allison or Stiles-"

"They won't," Lydia says sternly, sounding like she meant it. "We're going to find them, okay? I swear to you."

"Thank you," I breathe into the phone before it goes dead, panic setting in once again. I stare at the bright screen for a moment before I throw the phone to the back of the car, anger starting to take over me. I either handled terrible situations one of two ways; by crying or by anger.

And I was doing both.

I jump out of the Jeep as I scan the darkness, hoping that Jade was still here to hear me. "Jade! Where are you!"

I hear my voice echo as it bounces off the trees, waiting for a reply. However, I don't hear anything other than the sound of my own sobs and my heart racing as I fell to the ground. My back slides up against the edge of the Jeep as I stare at the road, trying to see through my tears, failing. Why would they want Allison or Stiles...it didn't make any sense.

But then it hit me. They both were the most important people in my life, meaning that they were going to be used at leverage against me. Deucalion planned this; I knew he did. He wants me to come and find them so that I'll come running right back to him. I guess he'll get his way on that part; but he didn't know I had my own weapon, one that he would protect at all costs.

Me.

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Present Day

"Jarod, you suck!"

Scott wraps his arms around Stiles and I as we lead him off the bus, getting him away from there. I tried my best not to show how much it hurt me to help carry him, but of course Allison could read me like a book. Her and Lydia come running up as Allison takes Scott's arm from me, nodding as if she knew what exactly was happening with me.

Allison and Stiles help Scott towards the restroom as Lydia and I stop for a brief moment, the two of us looking at one another. I could tell that she was thinking the same thing I was; mostly since her eyes trailed down to my chest where I had gotten hurt. She seems lost in her own world for a moment before she's turning and taking off towards the bathroom, same as me.

The two of us both rush in and shut the door behind us to see them set Scott on the bathroom floor, seeing that he was having trouble keeping his eyes open. Allison slaps his cheeks lightly, trying to wake him up, but he doesn't respond. My stomach starts to knot at this, thinking the same thing everyone else was: he was dying.

"What do we do?" I speak for everyone. "Why isn't he healing?"

"It might be physological," Lydia states, showing how smart she was. "He's not letting himself heal since Derek died."

"He needs help then," Allison nods towards the duffle bag Lydia had around her arm. "I have a sewing kit; my dad gave it to me for first aid."

Stiles furrows his eyebrows. "You know how to stitch a person up-"

"Yes Stiles, I can stitch your mouth shut if I wanted to," she says, lightening the mood a little. Everyone watches with wide eyes as she starts to pull out the needle and thread, stopping and looking back at Stiles and Lydia. "Someone go and make sure the bus doesn't leave."

"How are we supposed to do that?" Lydia says, dropping the duffle bag.

Allison seems stressed. "I don't know; just make sure."

Lydia looked like she was about to argue again, but Stiles just swiftly grabs her hand and pulls her out of the bathroom, leaving the three of us. I wondered if maybe she wanted me to go out there with them, so she could do this on her own, but soon she's proving me wrong.

"Corey," she says slowly, trying to thread the string trough the needle. Her hands were terribly shaky though, and I didn't know why. "I-I can't do this."

I kneel down beside her as I stare at the needle. "Yes you can, Allison. You're not telling me you're a bad ass archer and hunter who can't thread a needle."

She smiles before suddenly, she threads the needle through. She laughs briefly before turning back to Scott, seeing that his eyes were shut this time around. She slaps his cheek softly to make she he was still with us before starting her work, doing a delicate and good job; a way better job than what I could ever do.

"Is he going to be okay?" I ask, watching her soft hands thread the needle through his skin.

Allison doesn't look away from his wound. "That's up to him. If this is psychological, he'll have to heal himself. The stitches will only help him."

I nod my head as I stare at the blood, the room suddenly getting dizzy around me. "I can't-can't believe you and Lydia followed us down here."

"I had to keep an eye on you somehow," she says, smiling briefly over her shoulder. I guess after she finally saw my face, she noticed how pale I was, indicating how I didn't feel good. She stared at me as I tried to tell myself I was fine; but I wasn't. I thought maybe it was because of the blood, but that was before my chest started to ache.

I bring my hand up briefly to my chest. "My chest-"

Allison's eyes are wide when all of a sudden I feel as if the air from my lungs completely disappears, leaving me feeling like a fish out of water. I lose my balance as I fall over on the floor, my hands bawling into fists as I tried to breath, but I couldn't. I feel Allison grab my arms as she tries to speak to me, but her words slur into one. Every second that went by left me desperate for air, making my lungs feel as if they were shrinking.

And I was running out of time.

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So much confusion going on mahaha, I'll answer it all in the next chapter (hopefully). What's wrong with Corey though? Poor baby...

BUT GUYS, I ACTUALLY HAVE A DRIVERS LICENSE NOW! Like what is this madness? How did I manage to be qualified as a safe driver...I literally passed by 1 point guys, no joke. Makes sense since that's how I am in school too *cough cough Algebra*

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