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[freezerburns]

[Spam]

[Vampires and werewolves don't mix. Apparently they really don't mix, down to the molecular level. Isaac's bleeding black, like Scott had when the alpha pack had wounded him, when he hadn't been healing. His body's fighting back against the infection but he's missing a lot of blood and it's healing slow or maybe it's not even healing at all.

He couldn't kill her. He couldn't even fight back against her really, because dead or not, vampire or not, it was Allison. He'd seen her hurting and then he'd watched her die and it had broken something in him; he couldn't hurt her, even when the smell of death had been all over her. When she'd pulled him in - with that unnatural strength, so much stronger than she had any right to be - he couldn't make himself stop her as she sank fangs deep into his neck.

He drags himself up towards the deck without planning on going that way, not thinking he should get to the infirmary, not thinking anything, hand pressed hard against his neck like it's going to keep his blood in his body. It's like he can't breathe and he wants to see the open stars up on deck because it feels like the walls of the corridors are closing in around him. There's bloody black ooze bubbling out between his fingers and out of his nose and he's dizzy and sick. He leaves streaks of the stuff on the the railings of the stairs and where he brushed against the wall. He keeps thinking that he wasn't even there when Jerry got her. He wasn't there at all, he just trusted she'd be okay.

He failed her, again.

He gets out onto the deck and with the open sky above him he sinks to his knees, fumbles out his communicator and sends out a message.]


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[When he talks, it's through a mouthful of black blood which runs down his chin with the words and it feels like he's numb all over except for the burning infected heat of the wound in the side of his neck, the feel of his werewolf healing fighting against the change. His eyes are gold and his face is pale. He doesn't know what to do but he has to tell them.

He's leaking black down his neck and it's running between his fingers and staining his shirt and it hurts, but his voice doesn't break or hitch. His own injury isn't important. He couldn't do anything but maybe that's just because he's not good enough. He's never been good enough. All he keeps thinking is it all happened so fast. His hands are numb and he doesn't even bother trying to filter the message.]

Scott, Allison's a vampire. He got her.

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[freezerburns]

[We're gonna save her. That's what they've been trying to do, all of them, this whole time, and it just seems like everything's slipping more and more out of control. It seems like nothing they do matters. He should've been better, he should've done more. He knew Jerry was aiming for her and he didn't stop it. (Why should he get to heal when she's dead, when he failed her again?)

It all happened so fast.]

Find her. Scott, you gotta find her.

[semifreakingnormal]

I will. But I'm gonna find you first.

Is someone with you already?

[freezerburns]

[He's reluctant to say, because he wants Scott to go after her now, but he knows he won't. He can hear that in Scott's voice and it kind of twists something in him because he's not worth it, Scott should be focusing on Allison. He forces the words out. The sooner Scott checks on him, the sooner he can go and find her.]

Yeah. We're going to the infirmary.

[semifreakingnormal]

I'll meet you there. And if you're not there in like, six minutes, I'll come help.

[He tries to lighten his voice, tries to offer some levity. He can't tell if he's succeeding or not.]

infirmary spam;

[freezerburns]

[It sort of succeeds - but Isaac's not really in the mood for levity. He just nods and shuts off the feed as Gene helps him down to the infirmary. Dr Cox cleans him up and opts for stitching the bite up, but Isaac's still not healing, or the healing is so sluggish it's barely worth mentioning, that's clear from how there's still black goo oozing out from between the sutures, from how the wound kind of looks red and infected and stands out starkly against his too-pale skin.

He looks up when Scott arrives but he doesn't smile. He still feels numb and dead inside, drained and exhausted. All he can smell is blood and death and he's still just thinking about how he wasn't good enough to help her, how she trusted him and he failed her again, how it feels like there's just no way to fix this.]

infirmary spam;

[semifreakingnormal]

[When Scott enters the infirmary, he pauses for a fraction of an instant. Seeing Isaac is like - it's like being back in Beacon Hills Hospital, seeing his friend comatose with too many burns, healing too slowly, holding too much pain. That's the image that drives Scott forward, pushes away the memories of blue and red eyes, of snarls and threats and fear.

He sees Gene nearby, looking - well, not good, but that has to wait. He has to focus on what he can - what he hopes he can fix.]

Hey, man.

[He smells blood and death too, and he sees how the bite looks. He remembers that pain.]

They stitched it?

[He's not sure how he feels about that - it shouldn't impact the healing, but it should be healing by now, too. Something twists in his stomach: he hates that guilt, strong enough, can make them hurt themselves like this.]

infirmary spam;

[withtheoldbreed]

[Not good is a good way of putting it. There's tacky, drying blood sticking to his skin, and he feels so mentally checked out from everything going on around him that it's hard to really process anything but that. He's been quietly watching more or less the whole thing after successfully dragging Isaac down there, not getting in the way or hovering, but watching, and there's blood on his hands and it's insane, but suddenly, he misses the war. It's easier not to dwell on things when there's a million other more pressing matters (like staying alive, like making sure your friends don't get killed), and right now, there isn't.

He does, however, look up when Scott enters, watching the other guy head over to Isaac and half listening as he asks how he's doing. There's still a part of him that's a little unsure about what Scott had shown he could do, but honestly, out of everything here, being able to take someone's pain away doesn't rank as one of the things to be really concerned about.

So he just sits and watches with glassy eyes, breathing slowly through his mouth to try and avoid the smell. It doesn't really work.]

infirmary spam;

[freezerburns]

Yeah. Dr Cox did.

[Isaac answers even though, yes, obviously they stitched it. He's sitting here with his neck sewn up and his voice comes out kind of dead and dull. Allison's still out there and she could be hurting people or being hunted down and he can't do anything about it. He feels worse than useless.]

I-- [don't think it's helping was what he was about to say, except... He doesn't because Scott knows how it works.]

Yeah.

infirmary spam;

[semifreakingnormal]

[Allison stitching his wound had worked for Scott. It's not working here, which means...well, which means Scott has to fly by the seat of his pants and hope, here. He can't let Isaac lay here and suffer.]

You gotta start healing, man.

[He smiles weakly, like it's a joke when he feels like it's anything but. He doesn't want to break Isaac's arm to force his body into it. He hated doing it for Kira. There has to be another way, doesn't there?

After a moment, his eyes turn red, and he looks down at Isaac before reaching out to clasp his hand. He can't heal with a touch, that's not how it works. But maybe just being here, being with him, being an alpha - Scott has no idea what he's doing, but it's what he does best. He looks for another way.]