Hospital Trip | Act 2
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   "FORELSKET. The euphoria experience when your first fall in love."

Blaze glanced up at Ryle from where he was laying in between his arms, squished in the back seat of the Thorn boy's car. The rain was heavy that day in California, smashing against the 2011 Lincoln MKZ that was parked in their usual spot at the Preserve.

"Do you know all of these?" Blaze asked with a small smile. It was Saturday afternoon and they had both been bored when they decided to go for a drive and watch a movie in his car. Ryle had brought blankets and pillows with him so they would be more comfortable. They could've just stayed inside their houses but neither of them wanted to be home, which led them to the back of his car.

Currently, Blaze was holding a small book he found in Ryle's car that had a bunch of words he didn't even know existed with different meanings. He was reading different words as Ryle guessed the definition, which he was more than good at.

"I own the book so of course I read it. A lot more than I thought." Ryle chuckled, tightening his arms around his boyfriend's waist who laid back in his chest with a chuckle.

"Agatopia." Blaze read with a cheeky smile, hiding the book so Ryle wouldn't look at the answer.

Ryle placed his chin in Blaze's chin as he bit his lip, smirking slightly as he dragged his hands down his body, making Blaze chuckle, "An admiration for someone's body."

"How smart of you." Blaze said dramatically, "How about this? I will read the definition and then you have to guess the word."

"Go for it." Ryle nodded as Blaze flipped through the pages trying to find a good one.

"An overwhelming urge to run away."

"Drapetonmania," Ryle stated after a moment of hesitation, making Blaze shift his body leaning his right shoulder on Ryle's left. so, he could sit up face-to-face with him.

"Have you ever ran away?" Blaze asked him.

"From?" Ryle asked. They kept their voice low as they didn't feel the need to speak any louder with being so close to each other.

"Anything. Home, life, jail." Blaze joked about the last part making Ryle slightly laugh.

"No. I haven't. I've had no reason to run away from anything. Only deal with it." Ryle shrugged as Blaze looked at him for a moment before nodded.

They lay in silence for a moment, watching the rain hit the windows. Blaze used to hate any form of physical contact, it always made him feel uncomfortable but with Ryle, it was all he seemed to want to do. Touch him or be touched. He couldn't help but like the contact he felt with Ryle.

Cuddling in the car, under his favorite weather, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, no werewolf drama or parent drama, it was perfect for Blaze. Everything felt peaceful at that very moment. He wondered if that's how normal lovesick teenagers felt all the time. That pit of feeling in his stomach that never seem to go away, a feeling that grew whenever he was with Ryle. He had no idea what it was but he couldn't exactly say he hated it.

Blaze interlocked his fingers with Ryle's as he took his other hand to trace patterns around his hand as he stared out the window. "Something about the rain is fucking comforting and I don't know why." Blaze randomly blurted out.

"Someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days is called Pluviophile," Ryle stated as Blaze's head snapped up at him.

"Did you just say, pedophile?" Blaze asked him with furrowed eyebrows as Ryle laughed and shook his head, "Pluviophile."

"They need to find a new word for that." Blaze rolled his eyes, "Thought I was being called a pedophile there for a minute."

"No. Never. That's just the word for it." Ryle chuckled lightly as he played with Blaze's curly hair.

"I don't care, they need to find a new one," Blaze replied with his usual attitude.

"You're so cranky all the time." Ryle teased as he kissed him on the side of the head.

"The world gives me reasons to be cranky, and I'm not cranky with you," Blaze smirked playfully at Ryle who grinned.

"That's because you're a secret simp for me. It's not even a secret." Ryle says as Blaze rolled his eyes and sat up, turning his body to face him again.

"I'm not a simp for anyone" Blaze scoffed as Ryle raised an eyebrow at him but didn't say anything.

"I'm sweating. Let's go outside." Ryle sat up, pulling on his shoes as Blaze raised an eyebrow at him.

"It's pouring out. I can hear the thunder in the distance." Blaze pointed out.

"So? Are you a witch? Are you going to melt? I thought you liked the rain." Ryle stated as Blaze made a face.

"I do like the rain, I love it but-"

"But what?" Ryle chuckled as he tied his shoes and looked up at him, smiling as Blaze sighed and pulled his shoes on, "We don't have to go far and if you get cold, we can come back inside."

"If I get sick, you're taking care of me." Blaze playfully glared at him as Ryle opened the door, looking back at him, "Then I'll get sick and then we get to spend the whole day together. Lucky us."

Blaze couldn't help the smile on his face as he stepped outside, feeling the harsh cold breeze blow under his hoodie and the rain hitting his body, sending shivers up his spine.

"It's not that bad out," Ryle called over the rain as he shrugged. Blaze gave him a pointed look as the wind pushed Ryle to the side, making him laugh.

"I'm cold." Blaze crossed his arms wanting to go back in the car as Ryle rolled his eyes and walked over to them, taking his hands into his own.

"That's because you're standing there like some garden nom. Move around or I can just make you dance in the rain with me." Ryle threatened as Blaze's eyes go wide and he shakes his head violently.

"No absolutely not. Anything but that." Blaze's words seem to make Ryle more amused as a smile grew on his face.

"I think we should." Ryle nodded grinning brightly as he made Blaze move his body, earning a groan from the latter.

"I may watch The Notebook but I'm not one to recreate the damn movie. Remakes are always shit." Blaze sighed but Ryle wasn't having it.

"So you won't kiss me in the rain?" Ryle teased playfully as Blaze narrowed his eyes at him, "Won't experience a movie moment with me?"

"Nope." Blaze shook his head. It was a lie, he wanted to kiss Ryle, especially seeing the happy grin that was on his face and how adorable he looked, playing in the rain but he didn't want Ryle to know that.

"I think I have Basorexia." Ryle leaned closer to him, letting go of his hands, to wrap his arms around Blaze's neck who wrapped his arms around his waist.

"What's that mean, genius?"

"An overwhelming desire to kiss." Ryle muttered against his mouth, as his eyes flicker from his lips to his eyes leaving Blaze's breath to get caught in his throat.

Everything seems more than perfect at that moment, nothing but the two of them.

Blaze looked away from the watered-down windows that allowed the dark light to shine into the bare room that held nothing but a bed with uncomfortable blankets, two chairs, and a hospital monitor that constantly beeps reminding him of when he first woke up after the attack held by Peter.

He stared blankly around him, not knowing what to think as his parents talked in the hallway, wondering what to do with their messed up and heartbroken son.

His body shivered unwillingly, chills and sweats becoming a constant source throughout his body since he had first woken up. The harsh pounding dancing throughout his head and the need to vomit his soul out was a constant reminder of what he had done. None of his friends had come to see him so he assumed they either didn't know what had happened or they just didn't care, much like how Blaze felt.

Apathetic; having or showing little to no emotion.

A word Blaze could automatically say without having to look at a dictionary thanks to the man he loves-loved. He read the small book so many times with Ryle just for the fun of it, that he knew a few words, usually the words that stood out to him. The words that reminded him of himself or his life.

He felt tired. Mentally, physically and emotionally. All he wanted to do was go to sleep and never wake up. He hated to say it but a part of him was disappointed to have been saved, to be forced to wake up every day and face the harsh realities of his life.

Blaze had no idea who had called an ambulance and helped save his life at the club as he didn't remember anything from last night.

I guess that's what happens when you overdose on opioids.

He was told it was rare to overdose on the drug but with alcohol or to high of a dose, it could happen. His weakened state of dehydration and low appetite didn't help his cause either.

His parents were beyond furious and disappointed but that was nothing new to Blaze. After finding out he had used drugs, they decided to send him to therapy whether he liked it or not. Blaze didn't try to fight them on it despite how much he didn't want to go, but he had no energy to argue with them. That's all they ever did since he was first released from the hospital. Normal conversations barely happened anymore. At least before the formal, they could pretend to be a normal family but now they couldn't even do that.

Blaze didn't know how to cope with death. What to do to make the pain easier or how to talk about it. He doesn't know anyone who had lost someone and experienced that pain except for Stiles who lost his mother when he was younger but the two weren't that close, at least not anymore.

Stiles and Scott had stopped trying to talk to him after he had ignored the pair for the last week, leaving them to deal with their newest problems so he figured they took the hint and decided to move on and focus on more important matters.

"Blaze." The sound of his name made him look up at the door and much to his surprise saw Scott staring back at him with such worried eyes that Blaze felt compelled to give him a small reassuring smile.

"Hey, Scott," Blaze muttered as Scott slowly walked inside, taken in by the boy's pale skin, sunken eyes, and numb expression that he tried to hide with a small smile.

"Hey, my mom told me you were brought in last night," Scott stated tensely. When he had come in to bring his mother lunch, he hadn't expected to be told that the boy he liked had overdosed at a club and was rushed into the emergency room.

Blaze nodded in the realization that no one actually knew that he was in the hospital. Scott just happened to find out because his mother worked here. Of course, his parents would keep something like this to themselves, not for his well-being but more for their image.

"You can come in. I won't try to kill you." Blaze gave him a pointed look as Scott cracked a small tight smile and walked into, taking slow steps as he did so, "I'm assuming your mother told you what happened?"

"Yeah, she did. She assumed I already knew. How are you?" Scott asked Blaze who licked his lips and looked out the window for a brief moment.

"Mentally? Physically? Emotionally?" Blaze asked him.

"All of the above." Scott shrugged.

"I could give you the usual 'I'm fine' but you and I knew I'd be lying. Clearly." That is all Blaze said.

"Well, I'm glad you're okay. Physically." Scott gave him a small smile as he walked closer to him.

"Awkwardness is not my thing. I don't remember what happened so if you're wondering if it was accidental or not, it's a I don't know but I'm assuming accidental because if I were to kill myself, I doubt it's be at a club. All thought it does seem like something I'd do." Blaze muttered the last part as Scott raised an eyebrow at him. That's the Blaze he grew to like.

"I wasn't-" Scott went to say when he was cut off.

"Nice try, McCall. You may be some scary werewolf but you're a terrible liar and I can see the questions wandering around your mind." Blaze scoffed as he covered his arms with his hands, feeling the shivers run up and down his arm.

"Here." Scott said, pulling off his black sweater and handing it over to Blaze who stared up at him, "I know how uncomfortable these blankets can be at times and I know you can get like chills and sweats after-"

"Overdosing? It's not a dirty word Scott." Blaze took the sweater with a slight chuckle.

"Do you not care that you almost died, Blaze? It's not some joke." Scott couldn't help but snap at him. He had been worried sick after he was told the news about him and to see Blaze joking around, really pissed him off more than he thought it would.

Blaze looked at Scott in surprise not expecting that small outburst but couldn't help but feel guilty seeing the worried look that had yet to leave his face.

"I've spent the last four hours staring at these walls because god forbid my parents could care that as you said, I almost died. I've been stuck here alone, forced whatever medication they keep giving me and god knows what else, turns out I have anxiety and depression after Ryle died so no Scott. I don't think it's a joke but unfortunately, that's all I have left." Blaze said calmly as he looked away, feeling tears appear in his eyes and the last thing he wanted to do was be emotional about his problems.

Scott gulped as he was finally taken in just how much Blaze was hurting. His heart broke seeing the tired expression on Blaze's face. He knew he was hurting but he hadn't realized he was hurting his bad and he felt terrible for not being there for him more. He'd been so caught up with the Kanima and the hunters, plus Derek and his pack, he hadn't had the chance to check up on the one person who's been falling apart, alone.

"You still have me," Scott said without thinking. Blaze didn't say anything so Scott kept going, "Yeah, it's been rocky lately but you never lost me, or Stiles, or Lydia, even Allison."

"As much as I appreciate that Scott, you're not the person I want," Blaze muttered as he fiddled with his fingers.

Scott ignored the pang in his chest as he knew the boy was hurting. He sat down on the edge of the bed making Blaze sigh and look up at him, "When are you allowed to leave?" Scott changed the subject as he didn't know what to say in return for that last comment.

"Tomorrow. They forced me to have an IV because apparently, my health is not the greatest and to shake off the side effects from last night." Blaze dangled his arm and waved the tube around in annoyance.

"Those anxiety meds will mess up your sleeping habits. I used to have to take them, they suck." Scott chuckled humorously.

"Lovely. I'm sure my darling antidepressants will be just as effective. How do you even get depression? Isn't that something you're born with?" Blaze through his hands up in disbelief making Scott smile.

"No. Anyone can get that, especially if their boyfriend just died." Scott gave him a pointed look making Blaze scoff.

"That's bullshit then. I don't need to be some heartbroken depressed teenager on a million medications and no social life. Oh, wait! I already am!" Blaze exclaimed, making Scott laugh, "Oh I'm glad you find my pain amusing."

"I don't find your pain amusing. You won't be on them forever. You'll live." Scott rolled his eyes playfully.

"I thought werewolves were meant to lose their anxiety when they turned," Blaze said without thinking.

"But you're not a werewolf, at least that's what you said. You told me nothing happened." Scott raised an eyebrow as Blaze coughed and tried to change his words. Flashings of the night of the full moon went through his head as he tried to think of what to say.

"I'm not - okay maybe I am. I don't know, what I do know is that I didn't fully turn, and I need to speak to Derek about that. I figured out of everyone; he could help me figure out what happened. It's all very confusing." Blaze said in annoyance. He was hoping he wouldn't actually be a werewolf and become the one thing he hated but he kept a slimmer of that hope for when he finds out why he didn't fully turn, just possibly what you'd call side effects but no trying to break free and kill anyone.

"Let me help you." Scott offered, "I know I'm new to all of this, and truth be told, I have no idea what I'm doing half of the time, but I can be some sort of assistant. You helped me, even when I could've hurt you. Let me do the same."

Blaze stared at him for a moment. Seeing the sincere look on his face and the genuine want to help make him want to give in. But giving in would mean, having to accept all of this and he had no idea where that would take him, and he had no interest in finding out.

"I don't know Scott. My whole life is a fucking mess right now and no offense but letting you help me will be dragging me right back into everything-" Scott cut Blaze off before he could finish.

"I don't have to tell you anything that is going on. We could meet up somewhere and only worry about your problems right now. We don't even have to tell Lydia or Stiles about us hanging out." Scott shrugged.

"Can you even lie to Stiles or keep a secret from him?" Blaze raised an eyebrow at the boy who looked offended.

"Of course, I can, okay I don't know but that's not the point. Just let me help you, Blaze." Scott sighed as Blaze slowly nodded. He trusted Scott a lot more than he trusted anyone else at the moment - maybe not more than Lydia because he'd never trust anyone more than her but with the supernatural stuff, he trusted Scott the most.

"But I want to know. The doctor said being alone all the time seems to make depression worse and I can't exactly disagree. I know I just said I didn't want to have anything to do with it but perhaps I can help here and there. Anything to keep my mind off Ryle and the funeral." Blaze blurted out.

If he was being honest, he didn't know what he wanted to but he was willingly to do anything that made him seem "normal" and maybe get out of therapy quicker. Besides, he hated not knowing things and he was way to clueless at the moment for his liking.

"When is the funeral?" Scott asked out of curiosity.

"I don't know. I haven't spoken to his mom since that day. I've been hoping to avoid her." Blaze coughed as he glanced back down at their hands which were still together making Scott realize the same as he pulled his hand away and coughed awkwardly.

"What do you want to know? You missed a bit." Scott smiled at him teasingly.

"Everything. Fuck what I said before, my head is out of place. Imma buries my problems by suffering with yours." Blaze gave him a smile that appeared so real to Scott that he wondered if that was the first real smile he had made since Ryle died.

"You shouldn't-"

"Oh, piss off, Scott. Let my fucking therapist deal with my problems." Blaze rolled his eyes, making Scott laugh.

"And just when I thought, I'd have a lovely and sad Blaze, but nope, I still get the coldhearted and rude Blaze," Scott said bluntly, making Blaze crack a smile.

"That's my default setting. You'll get sad and lovely Blaze, when I have a mental breakdown." Blaze smirked at Scott who nodded his head with a happy grin.

"So never?" Scott asked him.

"Never." Blaze shook his head before they shared a laugh, not noticing Melissa watching through the windows with a small smile on her face.

She had never seen Scott so happy and carefree then he did sitting across from the boy she's learned he's grown to like, but by the looks of it, it seemed to be more then just liking.

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Authors Note:

Blaze is a werewolf but he hasn't fully turned yet which will be explained later. Filler chapter because I wanted to add in that flashback and Scott being the only person to visit Blaze >

Thank you for reading!