One hour earlier…
After escaping the classroom, Stiles, Scott, Allison, Lydia, and Jackson rushed into the chemistry room and quickly shut the door. It was only then that they realized Sean wasn't with them.
"Sean?! Where is Sean?" Scott said in panic.
Stiles spoke sadly."He must've thrown himself to the wolves. For us."
Scott moved toward the classroom door, but Stiles grabbed him."I want to help Sean too, Scott! I don't want to just stand here doing nothing while he might be bleeding out there. But after the decision he made, what can we do? Attack with a stick?" he suddenly shouted.
Allison, Lydia, and Jackson's faces fell. Lydia looked around the room."Maybe we can do something. Like a Molotov? Wouldn't that keep it away?" she said, looking at Scott and Stiles.
After Lydia spoke, Allison asked curiously,"Okay, but how are we going to do that?"
Lydia quickly grabbed a few bottles from the chemistry room and made a homemade Molotov. Then she said,"So… who wants to volunteer?"
"I will. I'll do it," Scott said. "Sean is my brother. He's my responsibility." He quickly took the bottle. As he moved forward cautiously, Allison ran up to him and kissed him."Be careful, Scott," she said.
Stiles didn't say anything. He just nodded in approval.
Then Scott carefully stepped out of the chemistry room. As he followed the blood trail in the corridor, a sudden howl knocked him to the ground. His eyes began to turn golden yellow. It was as if something was trying to break free from inside him. He suddenly turned his head toward the chemistry room and, driven by instinct, slowly started moving back toward it. But when he heard Allison's voice, he slowly pulled himself out of the transformation.
As he stood waiting by the door, sirens suddenly filled the air. The police had arrived at the school. Stiles looked out the window in shock, then rushed out of the room and spotted Scott a short distance away.
"Scott! The police are here. My dad's here!" he shouted anxiously.
Everyone regrouped and headed downstairs. When they saw the blood trails on the floor, a heavy pain settled in their hearts. Scott looked down at the Molotov in his hand.
Sean…
Instead of going outside, Scott moved forward, following the blood trail."Scott! Our priority is getting out! The police are here. They'll find Sean," Allison said.
Scott shook his head and kept moving. Stiles followed right behind him. He was terrified but he wanted to see his friend one last time.
The two searched the entire lower floor. When they finally reached the locker room, they shouted,"SEAN! ARE YOU HERE?! SEAN!!"
Suddenly, Scott realized the smell of blood was strongest here. He looked at Stiles."Stiles. Here. Sean must be here somewhere."
Scott quickly opened the bloodstained door. When he saw Sean lying on the floor, covered in blood, he rushed to him and slid to his side."S-Sean?! Brother, open your eyes. How? How did you get hurt this badly?!" He held his wounds and his face with his hands.
As he pulled Sean toward him, tears streamed down Stiles's face. All the strength seemed to leave his body at once, and he collapsed to the floor.
"Sean…"
Meanwhile, a girl who had noticed what was happening before anyone else was watching them from afar.
No one noticed her. She stood far away under the moon, watching them as if she could see and hear everything from a distance.
Sean stirred and slowly opened his eyes."Scott?" His voice was weak. His face was pale from blood loss. The price of fighting an alpha was heavy.
Stiles suddenly jumped to his feet and rushed to Sean's side."Hey, hey, hey, man. Are you okay? How do you feel? Fuck, it must feel awful—why am I even asking?!" He was stressed and panicking.
Sean forced a smile."Calm down, Stiles… I'm fine. I'm healing." He could feel what was happening inside his body.
"We need to bandage your wounds," Scott said. "I'll carry you home. But… the police are here. Stiles, can you keep your dad busy for a while? I'll take Sean home. After that, let's meet at our house." He spoke quickly, then lifted Sean into his arms.
Sean lay limp, almost like a corpse. His eyes kept drifting shut. Everything felt blurry and strange to him.
Stiles nodded quickly and rushed out of the locker room. He delayed the police from coming downstairs for a while, arguing with his father about why he was out so late.
Meanwhile, Scott had gained enough time and was running at full speed toward home.
When he arrived, he quickly laid Sean on the bed. His hands were shaking the entire time—and even now, they wouldn't stop trembling. He rushed downstairs, grabbed bandages from the medicine cabinet, then ran back up and entered Sean's room. He carefully wrapped the wound on Sean's back and the one on his abdomen. To keep him conscious, he kept shaking him gently and talking to him.
Sean responded from time to time."Good job, Scott… I'll be fine, don't worry… If I die, tell Mom I love her, Scott… Brother… calm down, I'll be okay."
He kept muttering these words.
Scott continued wrapping the wounds, bandage after bandage, tears in his eyes.
Neither of them knew how much time had passed when Stiles suddenly burst through the back door and ran upstairs."Scott, how's Sean?" he asked as he flung the door open.
But when he saw the scene, his eyes widened. The bed was completely soaked in blood. Sean's eyes kept flickering between golden yellow and their normal color. It was as if he was trying to heal—but it wasn't enough.
Morning came. The sun began to rise. The first rays of sunlight filtered through the McCall family's window.
Stiles and Scott had fallen asleep on the floor. Sean slowly woke up and sat up. He stood and walked unsteadily toward the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, he slowly removed the bandages wrapped around him. When the bandages came off completely, he stared at the horrifying scar on his abdomen. Old scars that should have remained were gone, yet this one stayed. It was as if his body was warning him of something it hadn't fully healed it.
Then he turned around and looked at his back. It was the same. The scar was still there. The mark on his back spoke of the humanity inside him, while the wound on his abdomen reminded him of his werewolf nature.
Sean slowly left the room. He was exhausted, thinking about what he had done the night before. It had been reckless but necessary. If he had to choose again, he would make the same decision.
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