Isaac Lahey (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
firsttofreedom) wrote2012-08-30 11:16 pm
firsttofreedom) wrote2012-08-30 11:16 pm
Entry tags:
Locked to mccallmemaybe
Characters: Isaac, Scott
Date/Time: Between 3-5am
Setting: Deaton's office
Summary: After the events at the Rave and Mrs. Argent's attempt at killing Scott, the pack and Stiles have finally split up to get some rest; Erica and Boyd are holed up in the subway as the male Beta heals and Derek is off doing whatever he does, Dr. Deaton has gone home and Isaac is in charge of making sure Scott keeps on breathing.
Rating: TBD
Status: Open to Scott
Warnings: TBD
The whole night had been an absolute fail. Boyd had been shot and was slowly healing several bullet wounds and fighting off Monkshood poisoning, Jackson had gotten away and Scott was lying unconscious on the table, breath raspy and shaky and a chore with each intake. Everyone else had left, after they agreed to take it in turns watching over the teen, and Isaac had agreed to take first watch. Sleep evaded him anyway, and there was no way he was going to get any tonight.
He was sat close to the stretcher that Scott was lying on, arms by his side and chest rising and falling in a stuttering rhythm that had Isaac's concern growing with each falter. Deaton had assured them that he would heal, but the Wolf's Bane had slowed down his healing ability.
Isaac just wanted him to wake up.
Date/Time: Between 3-5am
Setting: Deaton's office
Summary: After the events at the Rave and Mrs. Argent's attempt at killing Scott, the pack and Stiles have finally split up to get some rest; Erica and Boyd are holed up in the subway as the male Beta heals and Derek is off doing whatever he does, Dr. Deaton has gone home and Isaac is in charge of making sure Scott keeps on breathing.
Rating: TBD
Status: Open to Scott
Warnings: TBD
The whole night had been an absolute fail. Boyd had been shot and was slowly healing several bullet wounds and fighting off Monkshood poisoning, Jackson had gotten away and Scott was lying unconscious on the table, breath raspy and shaky and a chore with each intake. Everyone else had left, after they agreed to take it in turns watching over the teen, and Isaac had agreed to take first watch. Sleep evaded him anyway, and there was no way he was going to get any tonight.
He was sat close to the stretcher that Scott was lying on, arms by his side and chest rising and falling in a stuttering rhythm that had Isaac's concern growing with each falter. Deaton had assured them that he would heal, but the Wolf's Bane had slowed down his healing ability.
Isaac just wanted him to wake up.
no subject
The Beta scoffs, shaking his head. "Yeah. S'just a scratch. I'll be fine. Jackson... got away."