Warning: blood, gore, visual decriptions, dead bodies, fire, Parrish as a Hellhound, violence, burn wounds, healing, bandages, swearing, swearing in other languages
She knew the second she got home that something was off. It was either the fact that her window was open or just the general wrongness of it. It was like when someone went into your room, looked throught your stuff trying to find your chocolate stash (Stiles), you could just tell.
She dropped her backpack by the front door, went to the kitchen and made a sandwich. She grabbed the aloe vera and the gauze from bathroom. She wet a rag and stuck it in a container with cool water. She came back to her room and set her stuff on her desk.
"No one else is home, you can come out," Vic said. She turned around as Corey's form appeared from the blue of her walls.
"How did you know I was here?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Call it a gut instinct." She took the sandwich on the plate and held it out to him. He took the plate and examined the sandwich. "Turkey, mayo, cheese, lettuce. I figured you could use something to eat."
He ate the food, his shoulders slumping a bit at the nutrition in his body.
Vic waited till he was done to speak. "Why are you here?"
He sighed and lifted up the side of his shirt. The entire right side of his chest and arm were covered in burns from when he was harmed by the Hellhound five days ago. They weren't how Malia described to her, some spots were healed, others were only partially, while a few weren't healed at all. It was a patchwork of pink, puckered skin and even a small brown piece.
"You haven't healed yet," she observed.
He sighed and dropped his shirt. "I don't know why. With other wounds it healed in seconds. I don't get why it's been this long."
"Somethings take longer," she told him. "Wounds from an alpha, for example. I guess we can add a Hellhound's fire to the list."
He nodded, though his eyes were still on the ground.
Vic sighed, knowing humor wasn't the way to go with Corey. "Okay, take off you shirt."
His head shot straight up, his eyes wide.
"You know what I mean," she scolded. She grabbed the bottle aloe vera. "It helps with burns. And it's not theproduced stuff you get from the drug store. This is straight from a few friends in Arizona."
He nodded and took off his shirt. "This is gonna hurt," she warned. She started on his arm, wiped the cool water over the small burns. Some dead skin fell off and onto the floor. She finished and moved onto his chest. His muscels clenched with her hands in a vulnerable place. She set the bucket on her desk and picked up the flecks of dead skin.
"Who are they?" Corey asked. She followed his gaze to the pictures on her wall.
"My kids, my friends," she answered. His eyes went wide. "Again, not what I meant. I just call them my kids." She squeezed a little of the aloe vera onto her hand and started rubbing it on his arm. "The red head is Dakota, the guy in the canoe is Rufus. The blonde is Marie. The little Japanese boy is Gabrial. The black haired girl is Angeliki, but we all call her Angel. The little boy is Rico."
"Who are the two kids in the weird t-shirts?" he asked as she moved onto his chest.
"Me and my friend Kiley," she said.
"Did you guys grow apart?" he asked.
She felt a grip seize her heart, an iron surrouned in cement. "She died. Car crash."
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Gut Instinct (Teen Wolf)
Fanfiction"My gut is telling me something's off with this kid," Vic said. "And I've learned to trust my gut a long time ago." "What else is your gut telling you?" Scott asked. She paused for a second before she turned to the two boys. "My gut is telling me...
