Lydia thanked the adrenalin which helped her to carry Scott out of the bathtub, without it, he would probably still be there until another member of the pack could have helped her. They didn’t have that time to waste, with the the kind of wounds he was indulged at the moment, they were deep and bloody. But most of all, he should have already healed by now.
Placing him on the desk chair, since wooden floor was easier to wash then sheets, she made sure he wouldn’t fall before she seeked for the first-aid kit. The strawberry blond found it quickly in the main bathroom and came back in the room, noticing that his eyes were closed but he was still counscious. The young woman then started to clean and to bandaged his wounds. “You’re welcome Scotty.”
Scott smiled at the nickname. It probably came out more of a wince by it was the best he could do. “You’ve been spending way too much time with Stiles.” The mention of his best friend just reminded him of how angry Stiles would be when he found out about this. Scott probably deserved it. He was reckless.
He should get up. Get out of his boxers and wear something that reveals less of his injuries. And sleep. He should get some sleep. Derek said once that werewolves can’t stop themselves from healing when they’re unconscious. Maybe if he fell asleep his mind will stop itself from worrying and his body can repair itself. The alpha took a moment to brace himself for the exertion he is going to put his body through. He pushed himself up using the armrests as support. His movements were wobbly at best.
