Turned (Sciles)

Abigail's pov:

The first thing I notice is searing pain. I don't know where it's coming from but it's unbearable. The next thing I'm aware of is voices. Two of them bickering next to me. I can't here anything else. Where am I? It all floods back to me, the party, the kiss, the monster... I open my eyes just enough to see that I'm in a bed, the clock on the night stand says it's only 2 am. I look down, there are gase and tape on my stomach soaked in blood. I'm no longer wearing a shirt either which confuses me. My vision sharpens and I can see two boys clearly now. Scott and Stiles aren't facing me, they are staring at each other seeming to be in a fight.

"She needs a hospital!" Stiles whispers loudly. Scott crossed his arms and whispered back, "You saw what I did! Her eyes glowed and rocks floated out of the water. The thing literally burned to death without fire out of nowhere! We can't take her to the hospital, what if she hurts people?" I what? Rocks floated? But I can't remember doing that. "She is going to bleed to death on my bed Scott!" I look down again. I raise my hand and try to peal the tape back. Scott and Stiles notice me hiss and race to my side.

"Don't do that, are you ok?" Stiles holds my hand away from the wound. "I-I'm fine, let me see." My voice sounds gravely, I use my other hand and pull at it. "Please don't Abigail. You don't want to see it." Scott kneels by the bed cupping my face with one hand. "What are you guys going to do to me?" The reality hits me like a train. I'm deathly hurt but not dead. Two boys I met a week ago seem to know more about what's going on than me, I'm doing things that aren't even remotely possible, and to top the whole situation off I'm not even properly clothed. I look up at them, they are being so nice but I can tell they are scared. I don't know if they are scared I'm going to die or of what I can now do. "We are going to try to help you but you need to tell us what you are." Stiles gently speaks to me still holding my hand. Scott has moved his hand but is still kneeling by my side.

"Honestly, I have no clue." They just look at me deciding whether to trust what I've said. Another wave of pain rushes over me. I grit my teeth together and try not to scream. I look down and see Stiles standing without his crutches on his cast. Once my body stops pulsating I hiss out, "Stiles, I thought your leg was broken." Scott glances over at him with a questioning look. "Oh, ya, well. I haven't felt pain from in a week or two. I ran through the woods with no problem." Something doesn't seem right. I don't have time to think as the pain increases if possible in my stomach.

I can't hold it in, I scream in pain and rip the cover off my wound before Stiles can stop me. He gasps at the sight and nearly faints. I guess I will have to thank Scott later for putting them on me seeing as Stiles can't even look down. I look at the damage and understand Stiles's reaction. The skin around the cuts seems to be green but it's barely visible under the coats of fresh and drying blood. There are four deep and jagged cuts running along my stomach. I don't think it's supposed to be this color. "I don't know what that thing was but it's doing something weird to your body." Scott paces behind Stiles who is trying his best to just look at my face.

Stiles pov:

She is so pale. Scott has amazed me by his level of calmness. He is almost too calm about Abigail being slashed by an unknown lake monster. Why the hell is her skin turning green. It wasn't like that before we got her here. She tries to sit up, "Stop! Just stop moving. Wait until we figure something out." Abigail looks startled at my outburst. I move to say sorry but she just tilts her head and stares at the wall. She starts to sniffle and a tear breaks loose from her eye, "Am I going to die here?"

I don't want to lie to her. I don't have the answers, I don't even have a plan. All I can do is hope she can do something herself, maybe she heals like Scott. Maybe she will fade away and die right in front of us. I stand up getting a wet towel and bring it back wiping some of the blood off her, "Stiles, Scott, please talk to me. Am I going to die?" Her voice is quiet and shaking. Scott presses his forehead to the wall across the room, "I don't know. A hospital won't be able to help you. I don't know how you are alive now. Those cuts have been bleeding non stop for over an hour. Even if my mom could help we can't move you. I'm so sorry, this is all my fault." Scott walks out of the room. I stand up, "I will be right back ok? Please don't get up."

I walk down the hallway after Scott, "Wait up, you know this wasn't your fault Scott. She will be fine." Scott stops and turns around, "Stiles I can hear your heartbeat. You are lying to me and yourself. We both know she can't possibly be fine. Maybe you think now that it's not my fault now but when she stops breathing you won't think the same." My heart shatters, I hope this is the full moon just worming it's way into his head. He can't possibly think that I would blame him for something like this. Something out of our control. "Scott, I would never blame you and you know that. Now let's go back to her before she turns to stone or something." I give him a smile and nudge him lightly in the ribs. He sees through my attempt at a joke but still trudges back to the room.

"Stiles... you should see this." I get this sick feeling in my stomach and run over to Scott almost tripping on this stupid cast. I grab the door frame and follow his gaze. Abigail is standing looking at moon. That's not the problem though, her eyes are glowing deep red as she trails her fingers through the gashes on her stomach. Her blood is sizzling as they pass and burn her wound, stopping it from bleeding. Not far behind her fingers the green tint of her skin is disappearing turning into an aggravated pink