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[advocacy]

spam - open.

[Daneca is looking for Scott and Cassel. She goes looking for Scott first, however. He told her that he was hunkering down in the infirmary and the moment all of the noises outside her cabin stop, Daneca makes a beeline for the infirmary in that direction. Of course, by then, Scott's gone. She could just make a post to the network to try and track him and Cassel both down, but Daneca isn't thinking entirely clearly. She just wants to find them and make sure they're okay. Somehow, she manages to keep it to a fast walk.]

[She makes her way through the halls and knocks on each of their cabins.]

[Once Daneca has managed to find Scott and Cassel, she makes her way up to the deck, moving into the garden to just sit in the quiet for a while.]

private - stiles.

So I realize this is possibly not a good time, but um, I thought that we should talk. Since I know that Scott told you about me. About what I can do, I mean.

[A beat.]

And he probably already told you that I know, too.

[Scott probably really can't keep anything from Stiles.]

I just wanted to say thank you. For not telling anybody else. It means a lot because while I know you and Scott are best friends and you'd take each other's secrets to the grave, you still don't owe me anything. You didn't have to keep that secret.

So thank you.

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spamadocious

[patheticvillain]

[Cassel's exhausted, but not exactly hurt. He could do with sleeping for approximately a week, but he doesn't really want to. He wants to see people, make sure everyone's all right. In fact, he was just on his way out to start combing the halls when the knock comes on his door.]

[He opens up with one shoe half-on and his shirt hideously wrinkled, Ilia riding his shoulder like a parrot.]

Daneca? You're okay. [Thank God.]

[awkward girlfriend infirmary spam]

[theresalwayshope]

[Allison couldn't stop hurting.

It was miserable, but she wasn't complaining. She was making a point of not complaining. She was smiling for her friends, laughing, and moving more than she could actually tolerate to keep them from worrying more than they already were. The looks she'd seen when she first woke up...

She was trying to take a nap and failing when someone came into the infirmary, a pretty girl with dark hair who looked about her age. Opening her eyes and rolling her head to the side, Allison was pale and haggard looking, her frown of concern only making her look worse as she spoke, voice thin and taut with pain.]

Are you looking for someone?

[infirmary spam]

[notsoneedy]

[Needy has bandages on her arms and a tired, partially haggard and zoned-out look on her face. But at least she's sitting in one of the chairs, instead of taking up a bed.

She wasn't technically one of the ones that got brought here because she needed medical attention. More like she stumbled in towards the end and wound up hunkering down to wait out the storm.

When Daneca comes in she looks up at her slowly.]

Oh. Hey. [She shuts her eyes for a second, clearly thinking.] Um. Daneca, right?

Private

[voluntaryapnea]

[He's kind of relieved to hear from Daneca, really. Since Scott did tell him that Daneca knows that he told Stiles, and that she wasn't very happy about it. He's felt like he should say something, but Scott asked him not to.]

Oh. Yeah, no, it's not a problem.

[He looks and feels like crap, partially from stabbing himself in the gut and partially from Allison dying again even though she's awake now, but he manages to smile faintly.]

I mean, I don't owe you anything, no, but...Scott cares about you and... [He shrugs. Scott seems happier when he's talking about Daneca. And they might not know each other well, but that kind of means she's included in the circle of people he wants to keep safe. Because Scott has lost too many people already.]

Scott's like my brother? I mean, there's pretty much nothing I wouldn't do for him. And I hope it didn't...make things weird between the two of you, that he told me. It's just...we've sort of always told each other everything and I would never repeat anything like that to anyone unless it was like a life or death situation. [Or if he isn't himself, but he's not ready to touch on that with her yet.]

spamalama

[semifreakingnormal]

[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.]