My Teen Wolf. {1}

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

"Jared! Don't you dare throw up! I'm an empathetic vomitter and you throwing up will cause me to throw up, which will be profoundly disgusting!" Coach yelled.

"Please, don't talk about throwing up.. It's not good." Jared wheezed, puffing his cheeks.

Coach narrowed his eyes, "I might throw up on you just to make a point, Jared."

"It's not good. Its not good." Jared shook his head furiously.

"Now, the rest of you!" Coach called, "Don't think we're gonna miss this meet because of a- a slight traffic jam, or a-a, uh, tornado warning! We're gonna make this thing. Nothing is gonna stop us. Stilinski, put your hand down." He snapped, waving Stiles off.

Stiles yelled, causing me to wince, "You know there's a food exit about a half a mile up. I don't know if we could stop and maybe-"

"We're not gonna stop." Coach interrupted him.

Stiles nodded, putting his hand up, "Okay, but if we stop-"

"Stilinski!" Coach blew his whistle "Shut it! Seriously, it's a little bus! Stop asking me questions!"

Stiles leaned back letting out a huff, "I hate him." He told us, "Did you guys call Deaton?"

I couldn't even lift my head up, much less answer, so Scott did, "We keep getting his voicemail."

Stiles fumbled for his phone, accidentally jolting me, causing me to cry out in pain, grabbing my stomach. He looked at me and got all flustered.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry! Katherine, I'm sorry! That's it, I'm calling Lydia and Allison." Stiles stated, dialing one of their numbers.

Scott gave him a weird look, "How are they gonna help They're back in Beacon hills."

Stiles shook his head as he dialed one of their numbers, "They're not; they've been following us for hours. Pathetic." He scoffed.

I shook my head and chuckled a bit, groaning at the pain a small jolt could cause. I lifted my head only for it to fall onto Stiles' shoulder, and he sighed as he looked at me.

Lydia answered the phone and Stiles explained the situation, "Okay, look, Scott and Katherine are still hurt.. Katherine is fading in and out."

I couldn't use my werewolf healing, I was too weak, so I just focused on Stiles' voice.

"No. They're not healing. I think they're actually getting worse! The bloods turning black. What's wrong with them? I don't- wha- do I look like I have a PhD in Lycanthropy? I don't know.." He whisper shouted.

I started fading, my vision getting blurry as I began falling asleep.

"Katherine? Hey, hey, hey, Katherine! Hey, look at me." Stiles huffed, "Focus! Don't go to sleep, okay? Yeah, guys, she's fading."

I nodded and tried to open my eyes as wide as I could. I saw Scott looking at me concerned and still awake.

"I'm fine, Scotty." I sighed.

He grabbed my hand and shook his head, "We're gonna be fine, okay?"

I nodded, "Well, duh." I rasped, laying my head back on Stiles' shoulder.

"Yeah, I've been trying. Reason- have you met this guy?" Stiles cried.

Stiles slowly got up, positioning me onto Scott carefully, trying not to hurt me.