𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 | ❝ run like the wind, and see how long it takes for your problems to catch up with you.❞
oliver sanchez is a fan of running away from his problems, but when his problems start chasing him, things become complicated. 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓...
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"No Place To Die"
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Good news: Oliver did not pass out.
Bad news: well... there was a lot of bad news.
"Hey, dad, it's me.... and this is your voicemail." Stiles sighed deeply in frusteration, "Look, I need you to call me back now. Like... right now. We're at the school, dad, we're at the school-" his arms fell to his side in defeat, turning to approached Oliver, who was currently struggling to rip off a piece of his shirt to use as a bandage. "You try, he likes you more than he likes me anyway."
"Dude, I don't have my phone, remember?" He leaned down to bit the end of his shirt, tearing off a thin strip of fabric.
A loud, banging sound at the door made his heart stop, and his head whip up to look at the barricade. The chairs were slowly falling, one by one, crashing to the ground and only adding to the noise.
Stiles quickly grabbed Ollie's arm, helping him to his feet.
"Oh my God-" Lydia squeaked from her spot beside Katrin, who looked like she was ready to beat this thing to death herself. The two redheads turned to glare at Scott in scarily indentical looks. "Scott, what the hell are we supposed to do."
"The kitchen!" Stiles exclaimed, gesturing to the door in the far corner of the room. "The door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell."
"Which only goes up."
"Up is better than here."
Oliver, who was still feeling unusually faint, blinked. "Yeah, okay, well I'm going to pass out really soon, so can we just hurry up, please."
There was a deafening crash coming from the door, triggering the group to book it for the staircase. Ollie threw the door open, waiting for everyone to pass through. He turned, jumping when he saw the canine face of the Alpha staring at him through the glass.
He stuck up his middle finger. "Fuck off," he mumbled, before quickly ducking through the door, shutting it tightly.
He ran up the stairs as fast as he could with his rapidly blurring vision, practically falling as he burst through the nearest set of doors. He stumbled a few steps, before proceeding to fall over onto the hard floor.
"I'm fine," he mumbled, resting his head against the floor and shutting his eyes. "I'm..." his voice began to trail off, so Katrin marched over, kicking his side and making his eyes open again with a groan.
"You can't pass out!" She yelled as loud as she dared, kicking him again so that he rose to a sitting position, leaning his back against the wall. "You've lost too much blood, come on-" she crossed her arms. "Take off your shirt."
