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Carson stands to the side as Stiles questions the mechanic. Not wanting to be in the way, she goes to the waiting area. Touching the goo on the handle, she gags immediately.
"That's disgusting," she wipes her hand on the seat, grabbing some hand sanitizer.
Stiles comes back a few moments later, equally disgusted by the substance.
"So why am I here?" she frowns.
"Because I needed a ride, and you were the only person available," he sits down, grabbing his phone. He quickly loses feeling, though, as Carson watches in confusion at his shaky typing.
"I'm gonna grab my phone from the car, I'll be back," she walks out the door, missing his collapse.
She walks back in to see Stiles on the floor and the guy crushed by the Jeep. Dialing 911, she pulls it to her ear.
"Hello, yes, I'm at the mechanic shop. There's a guy, he's crushed by one of the cars, please hurry," she frantically reports, leaning down to help her friend.
They get there soon enough for the creature to leave, but long enough for Stiles to gain feeling in his body again.
"Are you alright?" she walks out with him, towards his father.
"Yeah, I just don't know what happened," he frowns.
After his dad asks them a series of routine questions, Carson bites her nails anxiously.
"You alright?" Stilinski asks.
"Can we get out of here now?" Stiles asks before she can respond.
"Look, if there's something either of you don't think you can tell me--" Stilinski starts.
"You think I'm lying?" Stiles interjects.
"No of course not. I'm just worried about you. If you saw someone do this, and you're afraid that maybe they're gonna come back and make sure you don't say anything about it--"
"I-We didn't see anything. At all. Can we go now, please?" Stiles answers.
"Sure, but not in your Jeep. We're gonna have to impound it," he gets up.
"Luckily we drove in Carson's Cam-Oh my god," Stiles looks at the destroyed car behind Carson's head.
"What?" she prepares to turn around before getting stopped by Stiles.
"Before you turn around, I need you to stay calm. Find your Zen, and react to this in the-" he tries to relax her, before she swats his hands away, turning to her car.
"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my God. My car," she yells, catching the attention of everyone in the lot.
"Or you can go into hysterics," he sighs, calling Scott. Meanwhile she goes to her prized possession, seeing the smashed hood, broken windshield, spray painted windows, and the dangling side mirrors.
