thepicketfencecliche | peter & cora } { of wendigos and long nights

Scott: [and it would be him, who is also trying to find her because he's the beta the longest and he knows what those feelings of indigestion like gut pains mean] Cora?!

Cora: [totally bloody, totally not in good shape, but when she sees Scott, she looks relieved] Hi. [and she promptly passes out]

Scott: Shit. [and he's going to scope her up and just... take her to Peter and Melissa's house because he can't take her to the hospital or to the loft]

Melissa: [opens the door to her son and ...] Oh my God.

Scott: I found her in the preserve like this.

Melissa: Bring her to her room. I'll grab the first aid kit and be up in a second. [turning back towards the rest of the house] Peter!

Peter: [was cooking so the smell didn't hit him, but he hears Melissa and comes out] What happened?

Scott: I don't know. [and he starts for Cora's room]

Melissa: [goes to grab her first aid kit and follows her son upstairs]

Cora: [comes to a bit when she hears Peter's voice, wincing as she's set down on the bed] Wendigos.

Peter: [helps settle Cora on the bed] I hope they look a lot worse than you do.

Cora: [she nods as Melissa starts to look her over. there are clear bite marks, chunks of her just gone, and it's also clear she's trying to heal, but there is so much damage, her body doesn't know where to start] Dead. On the preserve.

Peter: I will go deal with them later. [and he's trying to pull at Cora's pain.] You just lay here and rest.

Cora: [nods and ... is just going to pass back out again]

Scott: [and he will look up at the two of them] Can she heal from all of this?

Peter: Yes, it will just take some time, and better if she has her pack nearby. [his eyes drift out the window a moment] Stiles too.

Melissa: [glances over to Scott as she wraps up the wounds] Go make some phone calls. I'll take care of her.

Scott: [and he is going to call the others and tell them to come here when they can. But Stiles isn't answering his phone.] I think Stiles is working - he's not answering his phone.

Melissa: [has finished up wrapping up the wounds] Call and leave him a page. They'll give him the message when he's on the ground again. We don't want him freaking out in mid-air.

Scott: [and he does so, leaving the message and trying not to make it sound bad before going to sit beside Cora again]

Cora: [and she's going to be out for a while, because sleep is good for healing]

Erica: [just going to show up and let herself in] Where is she?

Scott: [is making his parents coffee] Upstairs in her bedroom. Want some coffee?

Erica: Sure. [goes to collapse in the kitchen] This sucks.

Scott: Yeah, but she said it was wendigos. And she's healing.

Erica: What the hell are wendigos?

Scott: [pulls out his phone and slides it to her. It's a page from a mythological website on the cannibalistic creatures]

Erica: [.....] They tried to eat her? Literally?

Scott: Yeah. Mom's got her bandaged up but it didn't look good.

Erica: That's disgusting.

Scott: Yeah. I know. [slides her a cup of coffee and grabs the two mugs] Come on, let's go up.

Erica: [nods and they head up to go sit vigil in Cora's room to wait for her to wake up]

Boyd: [and he and Isaac will show up later, joining them and finding corners to sit in]

Erica: [Boyd's will probably be next to her, and Cora will sleep through all of this, just wanting to sleep through the pain]

Scott: [and his phone will ring in the middle of the night when Stiles returns from having been on the ground at the wildfires in the south running patients back and forth between BHMC and a few larger hospitals in LA depending on the injury]

Erica: [will answer it if Scott is passed out] Stiles?

Stiles: Oh hey Erica. Yeah, I got a message from the station that Scott called and said it was urgent. Why do you have his phone?

Erica: Because we're in the same room and he's sleeping. [a beat] We're at the McCalls. When can you get here?

Stiles: I don't know. I just worked for almost twenty hours on just adrenaline and coffee. I'm so ready to crash.

Erica: [oh. well.] Stiles, Cora got jumped in the preserve tonight. She's hurt pretty bad.

Stiles: ... I'll be there in fifteen.

Erica: Okay. Drive safe, don't get yourself killed. [he's no good to them dead]

Stiles: [just be glad he's not going to land a helicopter on the McCall house]

Erica: [Yeah, well, someone had to say it]

Stiles: [and he will totally just head in and up to the room. He's unshaven and exhausted]

Erica: [looks up at him and steers him to sit on the bed pulling at his jacket and taking off his shoes and gesturing towards where Cora is sleeping] Lie down. Pass out. You'll help her just by being there.

Stiles: You do realize it's awkward laying with her while the rest of you are in here, right?

Erica: Half of us are asleep and you should be too. Get over the awkward if it means her getting better.

Stiles: [yawns, keeping himself from responding] Only because you said so will I.

Erica: [shakes her head as she pulls back the covers for him to get under him, but it will give him a better look at all the bandages covering his girlfriend at the moment, which makes things look not good]

Stiles: When I wake up, someone tells me what actually happened.

Erica: We will. Get in.

Stiles: [and he does]

Cora: [and as Erica tucks them in, she unconsciously picks up on his scent, slowly curling into him to tuck her head against his shoulder]

Stiles: [and he will gently pull her into his arms and he's going to pass out pretty quickly]

Erica: [and yep, she's just going to go curl up with her boyfriend after that and pass out herself]

Peter: [and he will come in and check on all of them during the night]

Cora: [and she'll just be tucked into Stiles' side, her pain levels having gone down a lot and she's breathing normally. if he didn't know any better, it'd almost be like she's just sleeping]

Peter: [but he does know better, because there is a beta who regrew his arm from similar affection. He's going to just stroke her forehead a moment, and then leave the pack alone]

Cora: [and she will sleep through the night, and probably well into the morning, while the rest of the pack cycles out as they eventually have to go to work]

Stiles: [however he gets the day off since he was working the wildfires, so he will stay in and sleep for most of it as well]

Cora: [and eventually she'll wake up, and rub her eyes, and groan because ow. owwww]

Stiles: [and he is going to hush her and snuggle closer]

Cora: Everything hurts.

Stiles: [mumbles something about mittens and kittens and yeah, he's still sleeping]

Cora: [smiles softly, before just snuggling into him and waiting for him to wake up]

Stiles: [and eventually he will groan, trying to move]

Cora: [leans in and kisses his cheek softly] Hey.

Stiles: Hey. How you feeling?

Cora: Everything hurts, but I think I can handle being conscious for a little while.

Stiles: So what happened?

Cora: [sighs as she curls into him more] There were a bunch of wendigos waiting for me in the preserve. I won, but ... they got a few licks in too.

Stiles: It looked bad when I was getting into bed.

Cora: Wendigos literally eat people. I think I was supposed to be dinner.

Stiles: Don't they know I'm the only one supposed to eat you?

Cora: [wrinkles her nose] That sounds so wrong in this context.

Stiles: But I'm staking my claim. [kisses her wrinkled nose]

Cora: [laughs, which quickly fades to a wince when there's definitely pain there] I'll make sure they're aware next time.

Stiles: Do you want me to get you anything?

Cora: [shakes her head] I'm good here with you.

Stiles: well, will you be okay if I go pee at least? I had a lot of coffee yesterday.

Cora: [she nods] Yeah. Just come back.

Stiles: I will.

Cora: Good.

Stiles: [and he's going to work to untangle himself from her and the blankets because Erica really tucked them in well, and then make for the bathroom.

Cora: [and she will just burrow into the blankets while she waits for him to come back and tries not to let her mind wander]

Peter: [will poke his head in] You want something to eat?

Cora: [glances up and ...] Yes, I'm starving.

Peter: I'll make you pancakes. It will be easier on your system. Coffee or tea?

Cora: Tea.

Peter: I'll be back with enough for you both. [and he will duck out and she will hear Peter getting Stiles' coffee order before Stiles reenters]

Stiles: Looks like we have room service.

Cora: [she nods, before pushing the blankets back so he can get back in]

Stiles: [and he will snuggle back in, shifting so she can curl up against him] Maybe we can get them to bring a TV and DVD player up.

Cora: Maybe. [and she will do just that, tucking her head under his chin] I might pass out again though.

Stiles: Well, you need to eat first before you pass out.

Cora: I know. Food first, then nap.

Stiles: Good plan.

Cora: What about you?

Stiles: Probably be your pillow and drift off once I lack any intelligent conversation.

Cora: You sure you're okay with staying?

Stiles: It's my day off. I can't think of a better way to spend it than in bed with you. Well, a more healthy you, but you're definitely in the picture.

Cora: [she smiles at that] Okay then. [and with that, Peter will return with breakfast, and once that's consumed, she's back off to dreamland again]

Stiles: [and he will follow her soon after]