The Legacy // Liam Dunbar

Crimson Red; part 1

STILES'S POV;
"Look. There he is" Scott pointed through the clear glass of windows

"Oh my god..." I said, creating a tunnel with my hands against the glass so I could see inside better. Coach finstock had put himself in a rehab facility. He was passed out on the couch in the front lobby from what we could see from the window

We both walked through the door and and went to the lady in the front

"We need to visit finstock" Scott asked

"Are you related" the woman asked, hanging her glasses lower on her nose and glaring at Scott and I

"Uhhhh.... nephews" I said, slapping and flinging my arm around Scott's shoulder and pulling him closer, throwing one of the fakest smiles to the lady

She scrunched her face and pointed over to where Coach was sitting

I nodded and let go of Scott, we both walked over as if we were sneaking in. I walked on the side while Scott walked on the opposite side of coach and we both sat down

"H-hey coach... it's uhh, Scott and stiles.." Scott broke the silence

Coach hadn't even been passed out. He looked up at the ceiling with probably the biggest blank face on the planet

"Coach, your in rehab, you didn't have a lobotomy ." I said, waving my hand in front of his face, snapping my fingers a few times

"Coach?" Scott Laid a hand on his shoulder and shook coach slightly
I threw my arms up in defeat before looking at the coffee table in front of us and seeing a checkered board. I used to play that game with Lacey all the time...

I saw a black that could have hopped over three reds! I reached for the piece to move it but got stopped before my hand could even go near it

"Don't you touch it" someone grumbled
I looked back at coach Finstock to see his hand gripping my arm as he continued to speak while still looking at the ceiling
"I've had nurse Gonzalez by the balls of the last three moves. And she knows it" he said looking at us and moving his eyebrows up and down

"Okay, let go. Your checking out of this place." I said, getting my arm back And trying to lift him up

"Shhh shh... not a chance" he smiled

"Okay coach. We know that your fine" I said, standing up but still crouching over

"I have a debilitating disease. It's called ,'I'm not going to take another arrow to the stomach-phobia" he said, crossing him arms and moving out of our grip

"Nobody is shooting arrows at anyone okay? We just need you to coach the charity game." Scott said, calming our current situation down. Putting his hand on coaches shoulder

"Charity, pff, not a chance" he scoffs

"How exactly have you been conning them into letting you stay here?" I asked, squinting my eyes a bit

"I Uh..- have relapses. It's-it's serious. I've had seven of them."
He nodded with fake shame

"So once a month?" Scott asked

"Yeah-you see. Every time someone wants to discharge me, I relapse" he said, making a clicking noise with his mouth

"And no ones noticed that pattern?"