Stomach troubles. · Y/n story by @fullmoon

The afternoon sun hung low over the Beacon Hills preserve, filtering through the trees in golden streaks. The air smelled of pine and dry earth, the kind of warm stillness that made the world feel almost lazy.

Scott McCall

grinning, nudging Y/n's shoulder See? I told you this spot was perfect. You can see the whole town from here.

Scott's smile was easy, contagious. He'd been like that all afternoon—lighter than he'd been in weeks, like being out here with Y/n was the only thing that mattered.

Scott McCall

We should do this more often. Just... get away from everything.

Y/n opened their mouth to agree, but instead, a sharp cramp twisted through their stomach. It came out of nowhere, sudden and vicious, stealing the breath from their lungs.

Scott McCall

frowning, leaning closer Y/n? You okay?

The pain ebbed for just a second, long enough for Y/n to nod. But then it came back—worse. Hot and sharp, like something was twisting inside.

Scott McCall

his voice shifting, the easy grin gone Hey, hey—talk to me. What's wrong?