Exiting the apartment spotting the elevator I walk over to it and push the down button…it does nothing, letting out a sigh I start heading down the flights of stairs, only to hear the ding of the elevator hitting the top floor.
'Figures…wait…how did my Jeep get here? I walked to the hospital!' I wonder and my clone suddenly starts sending me feelings of panic while looking at an empty parking spot.
"Ahh, shit I hope Peter didn't destroy the wiring to hot wire the Jeep." I groan as I start running down the stairs, I reach the underground parking in three seconds from a twelve story apartment building.
'I'm surprised I haven't run into any one yet.' I admit as I spot my Jeep feelings of relief rush through me at the sight of her, I jog over to open the driver's side door, no hanging wires but the lock cylinder has been removed from the ignition switch and a large screwdriver is jammed inside.
'Huh, wouldn't have expected this from Peter…' I think as I get into the Jeep and try to figure out what I want to do until tonight, Erica is out…I'm still feeling hurt even though with how I used less than genuine motives when approaching her in the first place…I had really come to like her, and she's so fucking sexy.
'I can go, reach out to Sam…there's no guarantee that she'll be receptive to me though…' I think as I start the Jeep and put her in gear, and drive out of the underground parking lot.
It takes me half an hour to drive to the run down trailer that last time I knew Samantha O'Hara was living in, he mustang is in the driveway…but that doesn't mean much.
Parking the Jeep feeling annoyed at Peter for his ingenuity, I lock the doors of the Jeep, and with a bit of caution walk up to the front porch and knock on the door and take a step down the steps to not be right in front of it.
"Who's…Stiles, what are you doing here?" Sam asks me but I barely register her question because she's only wearing a tiny pair of lacy black panties, her perky medium sized tits are proudly standing out for all to see, making me drool, the scars on her body and toned olympist physique.
Sam laughs softly that I fully register, "Well at least I can stun you to silence still." Samantha mutters self deprecatingly.
"You're selling yourself short Sam, you stun everyone to silence with how beautiful you are." I say to her honestly and I truly do find her to be beautiful, the facial scarring not even a factor to me.
Sam smiles and I feel myself blushing slightly because this is a peak body Megan Fox with some toned muscle definition.
"Huh, you're not a bumbling mess, must be your growing up Stiles, you're still a cutie though." Samantha teases as she shakily takes a few steps closer to me limping on her prosthetic leg.
"Come on, give me a hug you little dork." Sam says again all smiles and I'm surprised at how welcoming she is. The last time I saw her was right after Dad turned her down for a job and she was a bit nasty.
I hug her, my face right between her heavenly tits, "So Stiles what brings you to see me?" "Not that I'm not happy to see you!" She quickly adds on as if worried she was scaring me away.
"Well, I actually came here because I want to help you and by extension myself…can we go inside? this is something best discussed in private."
With that said Samantha leads me inside, and sits down on the couch with me…but…as soon as we're on the couch her hands are brushing over my crotch, "You want to get over your shyness around girls right, Stiles?" Sam forcibly murmurs with a fakely seductive huskiness, that would probably work on a normal teenager or someone who's drunk...or someone who just doesn't give a fuck, but I do care about her.
And now with the distraction of her tits mostly gone, it hits me the smell of alcohol and something else sticking to her, I grab her arms and notice track marks.
'Oh you poor girl.' I think sadly.
"Sam, as much as I want to, that's not why I'm here…I meant something else entirely…" I say gently not wanting to hurt her.
"Then why are you here? I figured you heard the rumors and finally wanted to fulfill some fantasy." She asks angrily and I can see that I have failed in not hurting her feelings.
Lost for what to do I channel my desire to heal her through my hands holding her wrists I watch as a liquid is forced from the needle marks in her arm, Samantha cries out and tries to rip her arms out of my hold, and now that the drugs are out of her system I can smell that they are the cause of the smell.
The track marks heal, and Sam screams out in pain as the plate the prosthetic hooks to drops to the floor it's bloody with bits of flesh on it at some point, Sam blacks out from the pain.
'Erica doesn't...hasn't had this kind of reaction when I heal her…what is the difference, it can't just be because of the physical damage can it?' I wonder and look in fascination at the new limb that has grown and all the scarred tissue that has melted away.