Return ↠ Argent [2]

11. Speed Dial

Present Day

"Okay, Scott, seriously...it's just getting worse," I say as Scott lifts his shirt up again, not even having to do so since we could see the black blood bleeding right through his bandage and his shirt.

Scott's brown eyes find mine. "What are we supposed to do, Corey? It's not like there's a hospital nearby, if I could even go there and seem like an actual normal person."

"Maybe that's not such a bad idea," I say, not caring about the last part of his statement. Sure, he would be a miracle patient after they stitched him up, but what would matter would be that he would finally heal. Something was desperately wrong with him and I didn't want to see it get even worse. "We need to get Coach to pull over."

Stiles nods his head. "I agree with Corey, Scott. You're not healing and need help."

Scott doesn't give in. "Guys, seriously. I'm fine."

"That right there doesn't look fine," I point at the blood stain on his shirt.

Scott fires back at me. "What about you? We don't even know what's wrong with you."

Actually, we did sort of know what was wrong with me, except the details were a little bit unclear. "No, we don't, but at least I'm not slowly dying like you are."

Stiles raises a finger. "Actually if you think about it, life is just all of us dying slowly-"

"Shut up," Scott and I say at once.

Stiles lifts his hands in a defensive manor before pulling his phone out. "Fine then. I'll just call Allison and Lydia."

"What good will they do?" Scott says, leaning his head against the window once again. "They're back in Beacon Hills."

Stiles looks ashamed. "Literally Scott, what would you do without me? They've been following us this whole time."

My heart lifts at his statement, causing me to look back at the window in the back of the bus. Surely enough, he was right; Allison and Lydia were both sitting in a Toyota trailing behind the bus. Lydia was in the passenger seat applying lipstick and popping her lips while Allison was focused, staring at the back of the bus. A small smile creeps onto my face before I see Lydia lift her phone up, talking to Stiles.

"Lydia, I know you're behind us," Stiles groans, getting straight to the point. "But listen; Scott's not healing...no I don't know why. Why else would I be calling you!...have you met this guy? He wouldn't pull over even if Beyoncè was having a free concert."

Scott and I roll our eyes at this. Typical Stiles. I look back out the window at the two girls to see Allison take the phone from Lydia, pressing it to her ear as Stiles' eyes widen. He listens for a moment before he's sticking the phone out to me, a cheeky look on his face.

"It's your girlfriend."

I snatch the phone out of his hand as I press it against my ear, wondering what Allison wanted. "Allison?"

"Are you sure you're okay?" she says, sounding desperately worried. Scott and Stiles stare at me, wondering what she was talking to me about, but I knew that Scott was more than likely listening in on this.

I turn around in my seat. "Yes...I mean, I don't know. It's hard to describe."

"Well technically you should be dead," Allison says, hatred and sadness in her tone. The moment she said this, it only reminded me of images to form in my head that I never wanted to see again.

The bus hits a bump as Scott groans behind me. "But I'm not, so that's all that matters."

Allison is quiet for a moment as she thinks.