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"Yeah, yes. Kat fell and she was clumsy enough to get it on his shirt." Why was Stiles bringing me into this?

"You okay, Kat?" Danny wondered, turning to me.

"Fine. You know, clumsy me." I stared down Stiles as I said the last two words.

"Hey Miguel," Stiles called and turned around to face Derek, who slowly looked up at him, "I thought I told you to borrow one of my shirts!" Derek shut the book he was 'reading' and threw it on the bed. He got up and stripped of his shirt then began rummaging through Stiles' drawer. It was reasonable to say that I wasn't getting anywhere, I had read the same line thirty-seven times. Focusing on trifling things like studying for Chemistry was just impossible with everything going on. And now that Derek was standing shirtless in the room, looking like he was in the middle of a damn Abercrombie & Fitch commercial, I really couldn't focus. I recapped my pen and placed it in my textbook, pushing it away so it was near my feet. I looked to the tattoo on Derek's back, though I always thought it was sexy and mysterious, why did he have something that meant revenge inked on there?

"Stiles," Derek turned around. God his abs looked perfect, "this no fit."

"Then find something else." I couldn't help but realize Danny was staring at Derek. Stiles realized that Danny had been staring. In the mean time, I managed to peel my eyes off Derek's body and take out my phone. I began typing up a long message to Scott explaining what was going on and asking if he got the necklace yet.

"Wh—hey. That one looks pretty good, right Danny?" Stiles playfully hit Danny in the shoulder after Derek had pulled on a gaudy blue and orange t-shirt. They were all way to small, and clinging to his muscles.

"It's not really his color." Danny slightly stuttered, sounding nervous.

"Stiles! None of these fit!" A shirtless Derek held up a brown shirt in his hands. Danny was still staring.

"That's okay, I think we both like it that way." I smirked, looking down to my phone screen. Danny looked over to me, embarrassed by what I said.

"You're a horrible person." He innocently complained.

"I know." I shrugged with a sigh, a smirk still playing on my lips. Danny proceeded to tell Stiles what he would need for the text. I made a decision to help Derek, who was struggling with his shirt choice. I got up and walked over to the dresser he was standing at. My arm reached into the back and pulled out a larger black shirt.

"Try that." I handed it to him and walked over to see Danny typing furiously on the computer. We impatiently waited until Danny finally spoke up.

"There, finally. The text was sent from a computer. This one." We leaned in and read the words on the screen.

"No way, that's got to be a mistake." I said. In boxy red letters it read Account registered to: Beacon Hills Hospital – Melissa McCall.

A few hours later, the three of us were sitting in Stiles Jeep staring at the front of the Beacon Hills Hospital, particularly the Long Term Care building. It was where Scott's mom worked on Wednesday nights. The parking lot had been empty, minus two or three cars at the end of the parking lot. Stiles was on the phone with Scott, he was at the game along with everyone else from the team. He didn't want to call Scott but I had forced him too.