Helpless ❤︎stiles stilinkski❤︎

Six.

"Anachronism"

"Something that exists out of its normal time." Scott answers Stiles, not bothering to lift his head off of the bus window. We are currently stuck in traffic while driving to our cross country meet that is out of town.

"Nice, okay," Stiles turns and faces me. "Madison- incongruous."

"Do we really have to do this now?" I ask him.

"Yes, want it in a sentence?" Stiles asks me, I nod my head. "It is completely incongruous that we're sitting on bus right now on our way to some stupid cross-country meet after what just happened."

"Out of place, ridiculous, absorb." I say while sighing. Honestly I'm in so much pain right now, I really wish I was at home.

"Perfect! Okay next word, Darach... Darach, its a noun." Stiles starts, Scott and I both shoot him a look. "Look, we have to talk about it sometime. We're gonna be stuck in this for like, five hours, so why not?" Stiles continues, but Scott and I still don't say anything. He sighs, "Fine, next word, Intransigent."

"Stubborn-" I start but the bus goes over a bump, which causes Scott and I to groan in pain. I clutch my stomach.

"Are you guys okay? We shouldn't have come. I knew it. We shouldn't have come." Stiles mumbles.

"We had to. There's safety in numbers."

"There's also death in numbers, okay? Its called a massacre, or bloodbath, carnage, slaughter, butchery-" The bus goes over another bump and Scott and I groan again, in even more pain. I lean my header onto Stile's shoulder, squeezing my eyes shut. "Al right, that's it. I'm telling coach-"

"No. No, no, no. I'm all right." Scott says quickly.

"What about your sister?" Stiles asks.

"I'm alright, its just from Scot- ouch." I say while jolting up, which causes more pain in my side.

"Well, you two don't look alright. Would you just let me see it?" Stiles says while leaning towards Scott.

"Im okay."

"Just let me see it." Stiles demands.

Scott nods his head, finally giving in "Okay." Scott moves his jacket over, pulling up his white tee-shirt, revealing the wound that he got from the Alphas last night.

"Madison, lift up your shirt." Stiles tells me. I nod weakly, moving my flannel over, and lifting up my grab shirt underneath, revealing a wound identical to my brothers.

"I know its bad, but its because they're from an Alpha. It'll take longer to heal." Scott informs my brother.

"Shouldn't you be healing though?" Stiles asks me,

I shake my head, "I can't, because its from someone else who is also supernatural. I won't start until he does, I think."

"Scott, how come Isaac and Boyd are fine then?" Stiles asks my brother. We all look to the seat ahead of us, seeing that Isaac and Boyd are completely fine.

Scott leans his head on the window, closing his eyes. "I can't believe he's dead. I can't believe Derek's dead."

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I walk into my brothers room, seeing that he is putting on his motorcycle helmet. "Where are you going? "

"Uh, I was gonna get some food to eat." Scott says in a non-convincing way.

"What are you getting?"

"Uh- Mexican..."

"Dude, I love Mexican." Isaac says from behind me.