let me love you {2} - stiles stilinski

shivers

I could feel myself beginning to sweat profusely, and my body becoming weaker. I quickly wipe my sweat off my forehead, not wanting anyone to know.

They pull out blue prints of our school and lay them on the table. "I would expect the entrance to be in the basement since the vault is deep." Mr. Yukimura explains. "I'd suppose it to be around here, but we won't know til we see for ourselves."

Suddenly Stiles stumbles as if his whole body went limp. "Whoa." Stiles says, noting that his body felt weird. I quickly grab his arm since I was near him, helping him stand. I notice redness under his sleeve so I pull it up, showing his wrist becoming swollen and blistering, as his veins were red.

Mr. Yukimura sighs. "It's happening to you. You're getting sick. You all are." He turns to his daughter.

"I don't feel sick." Kira points out.

"I think it's affecting you differently, neurologically." He looks down shifting through papers. "I found your test answers here in a pile of others." He places the test and all of her circles were not in a bubble, but off to the side.

We all quickly go down the steps to the basement. Once we reach the area the entrance would be, we all split up and look for an entrance. Stiles breaks off with me.

"You seriously don't feel sick?" Stiles asks me.

"I seriously don't." I lie. "Just worry about helping Malia. Not me. You said you wanted to focus on her but ever since you said that, you've only been worrying about me. Okay?" Stiles nods as we keep looking. I look through a shelf til I find something weird on the wall. Move the items on the shelf to find the key to the vault. "Guys, over here." I say and everyone rushes over as I move the shelf. "This is what we're looking for, right?"

"The cracks. It opens with claws." Scott says as he comes up to me to look at it. He glances at Stiles then to Malia. "Can you do it? I don't have control." He shows his hands clawless.

She shrugs. "Okay I'll do it. But first tell me what you've been hiding from me." I raise my eyebrows and laugh to myself. "I know you're trying to protect me, but I can handle it." The boys didn't want to tell her who her father really was, so they just stood there. "Guys I know I'm in the list."

Everyone exhales in relief. "Yes, you are." Stiles forces.

"How much?" Malia blurts.

Stiles puts a confused face on. "Hmm?"

Malia scrunches her eyebrows. "Am I worth. How much am I worth?"

"4 million." Scott says.

Malia nods as she starts to walk up the the key. As she starts to open it, my body felt numb, weaker than it even has. It hurt more than any other pain I've ever experienced. I got a rush if cold, making my whole body shiver. My jaw quivers as I couldn't get warm, even though I was sweating more than ever. I felt like I had no control. I feel myself start to fall and Stiles catches me.

"Whoa Myla, are you okay?" Stiles says, attempting to help me stand. Once I don't respond he looks at Scott. "She's freezing."

Once Malia opens it, we all walk inside, Stiles assisting me. It was definitely a bit creepy, and definitely a place I didn't want to die in.

We've been in here for awhile now, everyone getting worse. I sit against a wall shivering, the sickness seeping deeper in my body. I'm starting to get sick of sitting up, it hurts too much it isn't bearable. Stiles was sitting a few feet away with Malia laying on his lap. Scott started to get bags under his eyes as Kira was pacing around. They were all talking to each other, but I was in so much pain I wasn't listening.

I look around, noticing that Stiles and Scott were now by the door and Kira was holding onto Malia who was sleeping across the room behind the shelves, and they probably couldn't see me.

I start to cry, I couldn't do the pain anymore. Suddenly I felt lightheaded and my body went limp making me fall to the floor. Scott and Stiles rush to my side.

"Myla. Myla?" Stiles pushes the hair that was sticking to my sweaty face. "Hey, you're going to be fine."

I cry harder. "It hurts, it's really hurts. I can't do it anymore. I just want to sleep."

I try to close my eyes but Stiles shakes my head lightly. "No, no. You are not going to sleep you are going to stay awake."

"I'm dying Stiles. This time, I'm dying. You're sick because of me. And I'm only living because you are human and connected to me. And I'm so cold." I turn away, trying to sleep again but Stiles puts his hand on my face and shakes me again.

"No! Look at me. Look at me!" I open my eyes and see tears falling down his face. "You can't leave me okay? You can't." He voice starts to break. "You can't leave me."

"Malia is here Stiles, go be with her. You like her remember?" I sob.

"I've liked you since middle school." Stiles blurts. "That's what I told you at the party. I told you how I felt about you." Stiles kept crying.

More tears fell down my cheeks. "You- you told me it was a mistake." I say weakly.

"No Myla." He smiles through his tears while he rubs the side of my face with his thumbs. "It wasn't a mistake. When you left for Fresno, I figured out my feelings haven't changed you, and I didn't think you wanted them so I focused on Malia." Stiles coughed, showing me he was getting worse.

"You like Malia, I get it, and I know it. I'm sorry for giving you a hard time. And I'm sorry you're sick, I can make you better." I say weakly as my tears run down my face.

"I like her Myla." Stiles pauses and wipes his tears even though new ones appear. He glances at Scott and he nods, telling me whatever he wanted to say next, Scott knows about it. "But Myla," he pauses, taking a deep breath, "but I love you Myla McCall. Okay? I love you."

"I love you too, Stiles Stilinski." More tears fell as Stiles leans in and kisses me finally after telling me how he felt. My whole stomach erupted in butterflies and it made me feel just a bit better. He pulled away and we both smiled.

"Stiles you need to go so you can help her, and us." Scott says.

"Okay, yeah." Stiles says as he lets go of me. "I'm going to tell Malia quick. Once he said bye he came back. "I'll be back in a few."

"Wait," I grab his hand. "I need to make you feel better."

"Myla, no. If you do it, then you'll die." Stiles interjects and tries to pull his hand away.

"If I don't, you will suffer and won't be able to help. Okay? Just know that," I stop, catching my breath, "know that I love you." I let go, a purple glow leaving his hand. Once I did it, I could see his relief, but the pain is too unbearable all I can do is sleep.