#cousinofsarcasm

Isaac was walking out of the hospital, his wounds slowly healing. It was taking a lot longer than usual, and that thought worried him; no one had been able to explain why, not even Derek, and Isaac couldn’t shake the feeling that something might be wrong with his wolf side. Or maybe Stiles had done some mojo on him while no one was looking. He wasn't sure which of the two possibilities scared him the most. He was lost in these thoughts when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder, and he turned around, vaguely alarmed. “Yes?”