Chapter 27

                                    

                                          
Coach blew his whistle, making the four werewolves cringe. "Looks like we are in four hours worth of traffic" Coach announced as he walked up and down the aisle. Everyone let out a collective groan, already sick of being on the bus all day. Coach turned to some poor, car sick kid named Jared. "And don't you get sick on me Jarred. I'm a sympathetic vomiter so if you vomit, I'll return the favor" he yelled shouted, Jarred nodding shortly. 
                          
Emma sat in the one seater in the back of the bus as Scott and Stiles sat in the seat parallel to it. Boyd and Isaac sat in the seat in front of Emma, Allison and Lydia following them in the car behind the bus. Stiles watched Ethan and Danny from the back of the bus, knowing that Aiden had gotten expelled after a little stunt Scott and Isaac had pulled. "Do you think he knows what happened to Ennis?" Stiles asked Scott who gave a weak shrug. "Do you think he knows about Derek?" Stiles asked again, earning another shrug. "Do you think he knows who the Dara-" 
                          
"I don't know!" Scott snapped, Isaac glancing over his shoulder to identify the commotion. Stiles put his hands up in defeat, his eyebrows furrowed.
                          
"Sorry. Sorry" Stiles muttered, turning his attention back to Ethan who repeatedly checked his phone. "What's he looking for?" Stiles muttered, pulling out his phone as he typed Danny's number in.
                          
"What are you doing?" Scott asked in annoyance as he leaned his head against the window. Emma perked up as she heard Danny's phone beep, his eyes narrowing on the boys who sat further up.
                          
"Asking him if he knows why Ethan's checking his phone" Stiles informed him, looking up as Danny turned around to look at Stiles. Danny shrugged, shaking his head before turning back around. "Did he just ignore my text?" Stiles asked in shock before he began typing furiously. Emma listened as Danny's phone began to beep non stop until Stiles' phone beeped in response. He read it out loud, leaning in towards Scott.
                          
"Says someone close to him is in the hospital. Not sure if he is going to make it through the night" Stiles read the text, waiting a moment before hearing a muffled cry. Stiles's phone rang again, his eyebrows furrowing together. "He's gone" Stiles whispered, looking to Scott who gazed sadly out the window.
                          
"Just like Derek" Scott muttered as Stiles let out a tired sigh. Scott and Emma had been feeling terrible since the whole Derek incident, Emma more somber than ever. Stiles looked down, his eyes going wide as he spotted blood soaking through Scott's shirt."Hey, hey, why aren't you healed yet?" Stiles asked, concern filling his mind. 
                          
"Alpha wounds. Takes longer" Scott breathed, wincing slightly. Stiles shook his head as he made eye contact with Boyd and Isaac, something else occurring to him. 
                          
"No, Scott. Isaac and Boyd are all healed and they fought that same battle" Stiles reminded him as Scott leaned tiredly against the window. "Oh god are you bleeding out?" Stiles asked worriedly, a bunch of bad situations playing out in his head. He quickly pulled out his phone, dialing Lydia. 
                          
"Lydia, put it on speaker" Stiles ordered when she answered, Lydia obeying. "Guys, it's Scott. He's not healing. His wounds are still pretty bad and there's blood soaking his shirt. I think he might be bleeding out" Stiles rushed as he stared at the growing stain on Scott's shirt. Allison and Lydia exchanged worried looks, Allison's heart beginning to race.
                          
"We need to pull over" Allison told Stiles, coming up with plan. "I can stitch him up in the bathroom and stop the bleeding. It might even help him heal" she explained, confused as to why Stiles was sighing on the other end.
                          
"I can't. Coach refuses to pull over" Stiles told them, Allison clenching her fist in frustration. There was no other way, unless someone on the bus could stitch him up without drawing attention to themselves.