[He hovered in the infirmary for a long time, taking on as much pain as he could, swallowing it down and making sure the people closest to him didn't see. He could take it. Of course he could take it, he's a werewolf and he hadn't just died. It's hard to remember not to overdo it, and by the time he relents and heads back to his cabin for a shower, it's all settled in his skin, making him feel more ragged than he had the whole weekend.
It's not all physical. He knows it's not. Scott dropped face first onto his bed when he got back, and he hasn't moved since, staring at the edge of his night stand. Allison died again, because he wasn't fast enough. He can't save her in any world, not even here.
When the knock comes, Scott drags himself up, wiping his eyes on his sleeve before he goes to answer. And when he sees Daneca, not looking like death warmed over, just worried and alive and fine, he folds around her, hugging tightly.]
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It's not all physical. He knows it's not. Scott dropped face first onto his bed when he got back, and he hasn't moved since, staring at the edge of his night stand. Allison died again, because he wasn't fast enough. He can't save her in any world, not even here.
When the knock comes, Scott drags himself up, wiping his eyes on his sleeve before he goes to answer. And when he sees Daneca, not looking like death warmed over, just worried and alive and fine, he folds around her, hugging tightly.]