[It feels like someone has turned on a great warm light in Scott's life, because first he sees Allison and she - even though she cried, she still showed some sort of...something...and that was good, and now stiles is here and it's all he needs. His pain in his side is dissipating, of course, but it's more bearable with stiles around. All he needs is to know heather is okay and all will be right in the world of Scott McCall.

Even if he is bleeding from the side.

Scott gives Stiles a weak little smile, just nodding, mumbling a 'thanks, dude' as he hobbles up, doing his best to keep up with Stiles' pace.]

One of the werewolves. The bad ones. She got me, man.

[his sentences are brief because it's all he can manage amidst these strange sensations.]