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chapter nine: stitch them up
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"sorry."
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*if you read the chapter before this a few hours ago, u should go back to that chapter and reread. i made a few changes that are important.*

aurora jumped at the sound of coach blowing his whistle. even though she had been hearing that whistle for the last year, she still hated the sound of it.

"two of you, back in your seats." coach yelled at someone. "jared, again, car sick? every ti - how do you even get on the bus?"

aurora rolled her eyes, starting to get a headache from coach's yelling. she looked down at her shirt to see that it had blood on it, meaning that her wounds were bleeding. again. she simply covered her shirt with her sweater, making sure no one saw.

"mccall, hastings, not you too." coach called to them.

"no, coach, i'm good." scott quickly said, making coach look over to aurora.

"i am too, coach." aurora quickly said, forcing a smile.

"hey, scott, you're bleeding again." stiles pointed out. "and don't tell me that it's just taking longer to heal, okay? because i'm pretty sure that still bleeding means not healing, like, at all. rori, let me see yours."

"no." she simply told him.

"why are you covering your stomach with your sweater?" stiles asked. "are you bleeding? not healing? let me see!"

aurora slapped stiles hand once he reached for it, "stop it."

"he's listening." scott told them, making them look towards him before they followed his gaze to one of the twins.

aurora noticed that he was sitting next to danny, meaning that was ethan.

"is he gonna do something?" stiles asked.

"not in front of this many people." aurora answered.

"okay, well, what about the two ticking time bongs sitting near him?" stiles asked, talking about boyd and isaac.

"no, they won't. not here." scott answered.

"okay, well, what if they do. are you guys gonna stop them?" stiles questioned.

scott and aurora looked at each other before they both nodded.

"if we have to." aurora told him before she leaned her head against the window again.

~~~

"so is that whole 'not let them out of your sight' thing literal or more like a general rule?" lydia asked allison.

"why?" allison asked.

"you're running on fumes." lydia answered.

this made allison check how much gas she had left, seeing that it was very little, almost nothing. she groaned before releasing a sigh.

"yeah. and i'm pretty sure that bus holds a lot more gas than this toyota." lydia pointed out.

"what if we stop?" allison asked.

"is it really a big deal? i mean, so we lose them. we know where they're headed." lydia said before looking back down at her textbook.

"you didn't see what happened." the argent girl told her.

"i know who started it." lydia whispered.

"is that what aiden told you?" allison asked.

"aiden?" the strawberry blonde asked. "whoa, whoa, whoa. hold on a second. is that why you're inviting me on this whole little road trip thing? oh, my gosh. you're keeping an eye on them and me."

"so there's nothing going on between you two?" the short haired girl asked.

"i'm appalled by the insinuation." lydia said.

"nothing?" allison asked, smiling.

"nothing." lydia answered. "and you said you had to fill me in on things. i have a feeling that these things had something to do with you and rori."

"yeah." allison answered, smiling slightly. "we're. . . kind of together now."

"finally." lydia said. "it was obvious that you two liked each other. it was only a matter of time.

~~~

aurora and scott winced as the bus came to a sudden stop, aurora almost slipping off of the seat. she looked over the other seats to the windshield to see that there was heavy traffic in front of them. she groaned, fixing herself on the seat before she closed her eyes.

they then shot open once she heard growling come from either isaac or boyd. she quickly swung her legs off of the chair, standing up slightly while scott was doing the same.

"whoa, whoa, guys. what you doing?" stiles asked.

"boyd. he's gonna do something." scott answered.

"okay, what? how do you know?" the stilinksi boy asked, slightly panicking.

"look at his hands." aurora told him, watching as boyd grabbed onto the seat in front of him, his claws out.

aurora followed scott to boyd, remembering what deaton had told the both of them on one particular night. they were worried about derek leasing isaac and boyd to death, and they ran to him for guidance, asking all of these questioned. and he simply answered with,

"don't stop them. lead them. the both of you."

scott had grabbed boyd's hand, sitting down in the seat across from him. aurora sat in the chair behind boyd, just in case boyd had made his way through scott, she could be there.

"let go." boyd said through gritted teeth.

"you got a plan?" scott asked. "tell me your brilliant plan, and i'll let go."

"what're you gonna do? kill him, right here? and then what? what are you gonna do after that?" aurora asked.

"i don't care." boyd told them, before he tried to stand up.

scott, aurora, and isaac, quickly held him down, aurora thanking isaac silently.

"we do." scott told him.

"whoa, whoa, you're still hurt." isaac pointed out, looking at scott's bloodied shirt before looking at aurora's. "you are too."

aurora felt boyd look back at her, seeing the blood in front of her shirt.

"we're fine." scott told them, seeing the worried looks on the betas' faces. he then looked at aurora.

"just give us a chance to figure something out, something that doesn't have to end with someone else dying." aurora whispered.

"okay." boyd said.

this made scott and aurora let go of him, the both of them getting up. aurora had covered her shirt with her arms, making sure no one saw the blood on her shirt as they walked back to their seats.

"crisis averted?" stiles asked the both of them.

"yep." aurora mumbled, plopping down in her seat.

she quickly put her sweater over her stomach so stiles wouldn't see the blood.

"okay, good." stiles started, standing up so scott could go to his seat. "cause we got another problem. ethan keeps checking his phone, like, every five minutes. it's like he's waiting for something, you know, like, a message or a signal of some kind. i don't know, something evil. i can tell, i have a very perceptive eye for evil, but you two know that."

"i don't like him sitting with danny." scott said.

"yeah, neither do i." aurora added, glaring at the back of ethan's head.

"i'm gonna see what he's waiting for." stiles said, pulling out his phone.

"what are you doing?" scott asked.

"i'm gonna ask." stiles answered, making aurora furrow her eyebrows.

she followed stiles gaze over to danny, watching as he looked down at something. danny turned his head to look at stiles, shaking his head. stole them went back then went back to his phone, sending another message to danny.

after a few seconds of the boys going back and forth, danny put his phone away. this made stiles send him texts back to back, making aurora groan since she could hear danny's phone going off.

"stiles!" aurora whispered in frustration, but she got shh'd by the boy.

"something wrong?" she heard ethan ask, making her head shoot towards them.

"actually, i was. . . wondering the same thing about you." danny answered.

stiles, aurora, and scott watched closely, the two werewolves listening in, hoping that they would get some type of information. then ethan looked towards the trio, making them quickly duck down in their seats.

"well, that wasn't very subtle." scott told them.

aurora and scott sat up slowly, trying not to make their wounds hurt as much. aurora sat back in the chair, hearing stiles phone go off. stiles showed scott the text before showing aurora, making their eyebrows furrow.

danny
someone close to him is sick.
might not make it through the
night.

"ennis?" scott asked.

"okay, so does that mean, uh -" stiles started.

"he's not dead." aurora finished.

"not yet." stiles added.

~~~

aurora ignored what coach was telling the team, the pain from her wounds increasing as time goes by. she clenched her shirt, hoping that the pain would go away and that the three claw marks would start to heal.

she then winced, coach blowing his whistle, for what felt like, the millionth time today. she glared at the older man, wanting to rip the thing from around his neck and throw it out the window.

"shut it! seriously!" coach yelled at stiles. "it's a little bus! stop asking me question!"

"i hate him." stiles said, his voice lower. "did either of you call deaton?"

"keep getting his voicemail." scott answered.

stiles looked over at aurora to see if she had gotten through, but she shook her head.

"that's it. i'm calling lydia and allison." stiles told them, pulling out his phone.

"how are they gonna help if they're back home?" aurora asked the spastic boy.

"they're not. they've been following us for hours." stiles told her, before he turned to look out the back window. "pathetic."

stiles called lydia, putting his phone up to his ear, waiting for lydia to pick up.

"hey, stiles. yeah, we're just about to walk into a movie, uh, you know the popcorn -" aurora heard lydia say.

"i know you guys are right behind us. put me on speaker." stiles interrupted.

"okay." lydia said before doing as told.

"okay, look, scott and aurora's still hurt." stiles told them.

"what do you mean still? they're not healing?" aurora head allison ask, making the hastings girl smile slightly.

"no, they're not healing. i think they're actually getting worse. the blood's turning a black color." stiles answered.

"w - what's wrong with them?" lydia asked.

"i don't - do i have a phd in lycanthropy? how am i supposed to know that?" stiles asked sarcastically.

"we need to get them off the bus." allison told him, worry in her voice.

"and take them where? a hospital?" lydia asked.

"if they're dying, yeah." allison answered. "stiles, there's a rest area about a mile up. tell the coach to pull over."

"yeah, i've been trying." stiles told her.

"well, reason with him." allison suggested.

"reason?" stiles asked, getting angry. "have you met this guy?"

"just try something." allison said.

stiles hung the phone up, putting his phone back into his pocket. he looked at scott and then aurora before he got up and walked over to coach finstock.

"can we stop to use the bathroom?" stiles asked.

"no." coach simply answered.

"coach, it's five minutes for a bathroom break, okay? we've been on this thing for, like, three hours -" stiles started, but then coach blew his whistle. "it's 60 miles to the next rest step -" whistle. "being cooped up for hours is not good -" whistle. "you know, our bladders aren't exactly -" whistle.

stiles then tried to continue talking, but coach kept blowing his whistle. aurora brought her hands up to her forehead, rubbing it slightly since she was beginning to form a headache.

"let me talk! i'm -" stiles tried, but coach blew into his whistle again, chuckle.

coach then blew into his whistle for a few seconds, making aurora want to seriously hurt him.

"get back to your seat, stilinksi!" coach yelled.

"okay!" stiles yelled back before doing as told.

"and jared, keep your eyes on the horizon." coach told said boy.

aurora looked at stiles, already knowing what he was thinking. she watched as he sat down next to jared. whatever he had told jared, worked, because minutes later they had stopped at the rest stop because jared had puked.

everyone ran out of the bus, aurora and scott carefully walking as they held onto their abdomens. allison appeared next to aurora, quickly putting the hastings girl's arm around her shoulder. stiles and allison led the two werewolves to the bathroom, lydia trailing behind them.

once they were inside, allison gently put aurora on the floor, helping her lean against the wall. stiles did the same with scott, the both of them groaning in pain.

aurora felt allison lift her shirt up, the argent girl gasping once she had seen the three long claw marks on her stomach. she then did the same thing to scott, seeing the two claw marks on his side.

"why didn't you guys tell us?" she asked the werewolves.

"sorry." aurora weakly said.

"just give us a second, okay?" allison told the both of them before she stood up and turned to lydia and stiles. "this shouldn't be happening. i've seek them heal from worse than this."

"okay, what do we do then? do we just call ambulance?" stiles asked.

"what if it's too late? what if they can't help?" allison asked.

"we gotta do something." stiles said.

"you know, it could be psychological." lydia pointed out.

"what do you mean, like, psychosomatic?" stiles asked.

"somatoformic." lydia corrected. "a physical illness from a psychogenic cause. yes, it's all in their head."

"all in their head?" stiles repeated before he remembered. "because of derek. they're not letting themselves heal cause derek died."

"so what do we do?" allison asked.

lydia searched through her purse before she pulled out a sewing kit. "stitch them up."

this made allison and stiles look at each other, the both of them looking back at lydia.

"i'm serious. maybe all they need to do is just believe it's healing." lydia told them, making them nod.

lydia gave allison the sewing kit, the argent girl taking out the thread and needle. stiles and lydia quickly prepped the area around them, putting paper towels around scott and allison.

aurora watched as lydia bent down, gently pulling aurora's shirt off. stiles did the same to scott, the both of them putting their shirts in the garbage.

"they're gonna need shirts." allison told the duo while she sterilized the needle. "where are their bags?"

"um, i'm gonna get them. i hate needles anyway, so. . ." stiles said. "uh, do you know what you're doing?"

"yeah, my father taught me." allison answered, keeping the needle in the flame that was coming from the lighter in her hand.

"i mean, how fast are you gonna - i mean, the bus, like, what if the bus leaves?" stiles stuttered.

"well, just make sure that it doesn't leave." allison told him.

"i can help. come on." lydia said, grabbing stiles' hand and pulling him out the bathroom.

aurora opened her eyes, seeing allison bend down in front of her. she watched as allison brought the needle close to her stomach, but the hastings girl stopped her.

"do scott first." aurora told her.

"rora, you're bleeding a lot more than he is. i have to stitch -" allison tried.

"stitch him up first." aurora interrupted, taking in short breaths. "please."

"okay." allison whispered, knowing who aurora can be.

allison shifted over to scott, slapping his cheek gently to wake him up. "stay with me, okay? stay with me."

scott nodded slightly, fighting to keep his eyes open. allison had swiftly put the thread through the needle, taking in a deep breath before she started to stitch scott's wounds up. she made sure that the stitching was tight so that they wouldn't open up.

within a few minutes, allison was done stitching scott up. she had told scott what to do, helping him stand up and put his shirt on.

she then crouched back down, throwing the needle on the floor before grabbing the other needle. she took the lighter out, pressing down so that a flame could appear. she shifted over to aurora while she put the needle in the flame, seeing aurora's eyes drooping.

"hey, stay with me. stay with me, rora." allison said, grabbing her face. "stay with me."

aurora's eyes shot open, looking at allison. "i'm tired."

"rora, just look at me, okay? just keep looking at me." allison told her, grabbing more thread.

allison tried to put the thread into the needle, but it wouldn't go through. she put the thread into her mouth before trying again, but failing.

"come on." allison whispered, putting the thread into her mouth again.

she looked up to see that aurora had gone under, making her start to panic. she attempted to put the thread in once again, her breathing getting heavy as she failed.

"unbelievable." the familiar voice of victoria said. "one simple little task? you can't thread a needle?"

"i'm trying." allison told her mother before she put the thread back in her mouth, trying again.

victoria scoffed, "you want my sympathy? because you're just a 17 - year - old little girl. and this is all too much for you to handle. well, get over it. thread the needle."

"my hands won't stop shaking." allison said, trying to put the thread through the needle again.

"breathe." victoria told her daughter, walking over to her and crouching down. "allison, breathe."

allison did as told, taking in a deep breath before she released it.

"try it again." victoria said.

allison went to put the thread through the needle, but it kept missing the little slit. this made allison start to panic even more, her eyes starting to water as she let out a scream.

this made scott jump, looking at the argent girl with worried eyes. aurora had jumped awake, but her eyes started to droop again as she went under.

"okay. how do we approach a situation like this?" victoria asked.

allison didn't answer, trying to hold back a sob that was trying to escape.

"allison!" victoria yelled.

"clinically." allison quickly answered.

"and?"

"and unemotionally - and unemotionally." allsion stuttered, her voice shaking as she kept trying to thread the needle.

"then stop crying, and do it." victoria demanded.

the argent girl took in another deep breath, closing her eyes. she released it, composing herself as she did so. she then gently put the thread through the needle, succeeding this time. she pulled the needle through, sighing in release as she tied it to the needle.

she quickly began to stitch aurora up, having to move her body since it on her abdomen.

"stay with me, stay with me." allison told aurora, gently slapping her cheek before she went back to stitching.

within a few minutes, allison was done stitching aurora up. she quickly put the needle up on the sink, sighing in relief as she looked back down at aurora.

"rora." allison said, shaking said girl slightly. "rora?"

she then leaned down to aurora, hovering over her face slightly so that she could hear aurora's breathing. but she didn't hear it, which made her heart drop.

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okay, we're still on the same episode. if u read the chapter before this, please go back and reread. i changed it so u should really
go reread. :)