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[He left Allison in the infirmary once it was clear she was starting to heal. Once it was clear that the bite - his bite - wouldn't kill her. If anyone saw him or spoke to him on his too long, too slow trek back to his room, he has no recollection of it. A gray fog has settled on his thoughts, and he's almost grateful. It mutes everything, and as he stands in his doorway, staring at the blood in the hall, on his door, the gory mess on his bed--

He knows how much blood is in a body, roughly. But he's never had to watch quarts of it spill out of someone he loves. Now he's seen it twice.

Dizziness hits him hard and fast, and Scott nudges his door closed. He hardly notices when it doesn't shut completely. Unable to reach his chair and unwilling to sit on the bed where Allison almost died - where he changed her life forever - he drops to the floor at its foot instead. With his back against something solid, the fog starts to clear, no matter how tightly he clings to it.

He turned someone. Not just someone, he turned Allison, and it's getting so mixed up with memories he still has of what another Scott did to another Allison that he wishes someone would just come along and knock him out so he doesn't have to think anymore. The best he can do is drop his head into his hands and try not to cry.]

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I think we have enough lacrosse gear for ten teams, now.

[Scott is in the Enclosure, dressed in a brown jersey with teal print proclaiming BOARS across the front. He's holding a new lacrosse stick - with his name engraved, for those sharp eyed enough to see, thanks Stiles - and he is, finally, standing on a bonafide lacrosse field. There are bleachers and stadium lights and everything.]

So we're starting up practice again. And mid-January, we're having a scrimmage. No getting out of it. There are totally enough bleachers for everyone to come watch.

[He grins, scooping up a ball at his feet.]

We also have team jerseys now! [Thanks, Ben!! He reaches into a box on the grass and holds up another jersey, in reverse colors - teal, with brown text, proclaiming BEARS.] So the Bears are gonna practice Monday and Wednesday, and the Boars get Tuesday and Thursday. Oh, and I reworked the teams, so we're almost at even numbers now but we definitely need more players. If you ever wondered what playing lacrosse is like, then now's your chance: no tryouts, everyone plays! It's gonna be fun. I promise.

Happy New Year, guys!

[Private to Chris and Cassel]

[Okay, he's worried. Time for Concerned Friend Scott to make an appearance.]

Okay, what's going on with you guys?

(ooc: Here is the lacrosse page, with updated rosters!_

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[He nods over her shoulder, though he's more preoccupied with the same thought. Could he have saved her at home, if he had bit her? He doesn't want to think about it too long. If not for that, none of them would be here now, and even though something so awful brought them here, Scott can't imagine life without the friends he's met here.]

I'm trying.

[He smiles a little, finally pulls back so he can look at her. His eyes are bright, but he blinks and feels less choked up every time.]

You're right, anyway. She's alive. That's all that matters.

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She's alive. And she's better than she was when she left.

[She smiles a little back at him, rubbing his arms gently before dropping her hands. She's sincerely relieved, though and she hopes it's clear enough for him to pick up on it.]

You did a good thing.

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[He takes a deep if shaky breath, and gets a whiff of that relief. It's getting easier to recognize emotions when he smells them, the way they brush against the back of his tongue and fill his nose. He nods, and finally starts to steady himself.

Then he glances back at his bed and grimaces.]

I should get this cleaned up.

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No, Scott.

[She doesn't look at his room yet, she doesn't want her stomach to turn when she thinks about whose blood that is. She'll just focus on her talk with Allison and know that she's okay.]

You don't need to be here right now. Go find Stiles. Talk to him. [She'll clean. Get rid of the sight and hopefully the smell of blood.]

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[He looks over her shoulder at the door like that's the only thing in the world he wants to do. Go find Stiles. Get out of this room.

But Scott has a sense of duty he'll never shake, so he looks back down at her, and carefully settles his hands on her shoulders.]

You don't need to be here either.

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Go.

[Her voice is firm when she tells him that. She's managing to hold on to her talk with Allison. To remain calm for him.

But she knows there's no point in lying to him.]

I'll be okay. I promise.

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[It's hard to say no to Lydia Martin. It's almost impossible. So though he wants to argue, he hugs her instead. His arms slide around her shoulders and for a moment he just holds on. Because he needs her to know that if she changes her mind, if she needs someone with her, they're stronger together.]

Thanks. [He makes his slow way to the door.]