oncetrue:

                he wants to get inside. needs to sit down. can already feel himself getting lightheaded — his vision starting to blur. finds it necessary at this point to squeeze his eyes shut. shake his head before blinking them open. vision a little clearer, but still faced with the threat of dizziness. all the things he never thought he’d have to be overly concerned with.

it’s almost aggravating hearing that raul went behind his back. ( as if he didn’t already have too many people involved. ) scott manages to make it to his front porch. instinctively reaches for the woodwork to keep himself upright. stains the painted railing in the process.   “ how okay can you really be after dying? how okay can you be when you really messed up? ”   he’ll drag himself through the mud first. doesn’t mean to be so abrasive — he just really needs to get inside.

“ how much did raul tell you? because i’ll probably do a better job of telling you after i sit down. ”

        fair play. the more she thought about it, the more she realized how stupid it was of her to even ask. and so she follows closely behind him, ready to catch or offer support if needed. but she could already tell that it was more than just physical with him, his voice weighed heavy with guilt. 

         ‘  sit.  ‘ she insist now that they’re inside, he needs to get off his feet and rest. ‘  honestly, not much, just what happened to you.  ‘ and that alone was enough to have her running back to beacon. 

        optics survey the other carefully, taking note of his injuries and how extensive they were. he reeked of blood and sweat that it’s hard to smell anything else. she reaches for his coat, gently peeling it away from sticky, blood soaked flesh. whatever happened to him, whoever done this, inflicted a lot of damage against an alpha.  ‘  how bad are you hurting?  ‘