Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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A CRACK OF THUNDER DRAWS COACH'S EYES TO THE CEILING. His growl of frustration is only slightly louder than Jared's moan in the seat nearby.
"Jared, I'm warning you. I'm an empathetic vomiter. You throw up and I'll throw up right back on you. It'll be profoundly disgusting."
"Coach, please... please don't talk about throwing up. Talking about it not good... Not good."
Coach frowns and turns to the rest of the team, "None of you start thinking we're going to miss this Meet. A little traffic and minor tornado warning won't stop us-- Stilinski, what the hell are you doing in the aisle?"
"There's a food exit half a mile up. We should stop. Maybe traffic will lighten by the time--"
"We're not stopping."
"But if we stop--"
Coach blows the whistle, silencing him. Infuriated, Stiles drops back into his seat with Scott.
Luna scoffs, "Well that's kinda dramatic Coach."
Coach blows his whistle again making Luna roll her eyes.
"Did you call Deaton?"
Scott sighs replying to Stiles, "I keep getting his voicemail."
Arms wrapped around his torso, Scott's appearance seems to worsen with every arduous breath.
"I'm calling Lydia and Allison."
Scott's eyebrows furrow in confusion, "How are they going to help all the way back in Beacon Hills?"
Luna chuckles, "Oh they're not."
Stiles nods, "They've been following us for hours... Pathetic."
In Allison's car, Lydia pulls out her ringing phone to see Stiles's name on the display.
"Oh... Hey Stiles, we were just headed to a movie--"
"I know you're right behind us. Put me on speaker."
"Ookay..."
With a shrug, Lydia hits speaker and holds up the phone so Allison can listen in.
"Scott's still hurt."
Allison sits up rigidly, "What do you mean still? He's not healing?"
"No, and we think he's actually getting worse. The blood's turning black."
Lydia frowns, "Well, what's wrong with him?"
"I don't- Do I have a Ph.D. in Lycanthropy? How should I know?"
Luna shakes her head laughing into her hand.
Allison bites her lip worried, "We have to get him off the bus."
Lydia scoffs, "And take him where? A hospital?"
"If he's dying, yeah. Stiles, there's a rest area coming up in a mile. Tell Coach to pull over."
