Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Sixty Five

He shouted in her face, shaking her. Dried blood lined the side of her face, running from her ears and nose. Tears sprung to his eyes, as he felt for a pulse. She was breathing. Her face was warm, despite the ice cold puddle she had been in seconds before.

"What happened?" Malia said, kneeling next to them. Scott put a hand on her arm, and he shook his head to Stiles.

"I can't— I can't take her pain... I'm sorry," he whispered, feeling useless. Kira knelt on her other side, as tears slid down Stiles cheeks. She took Y/n's hand, and a jolt of electricity shot through her hand. Her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked at the group around her.

"Guys?" She croaked, licking her dry lips. Stiles put his head on her chest, holding her tight. Malia groaned in pain, and Y/n began to sit up.

"Don't— Stay there, Y/n," Scott said. Scott, Kira and Malia stood, going towards the other wall. Scott moved a shelf aside, and he looked to Malia.

"Could you try to open this, Malia?" Scott asked. Y/n's hand ran down the back of Stiles head, as he pulled her into his lap. She blinked tiredly up at him. Malia looked at the group.

"Okay. I'll do it," she said. She looked over to Stiles. "...But, first, tell me what you've been hiding from me." Scott shot Y/n and Stiles a look. Y/n glanced at Stiles, becoming more aware of the situation they were in. "I know you think you're trying to protect me, but I can handle it. I know I'm on the list!" Malia said after a moment of silence. Y/n looked back to Stiles with confusion.

"Yes," Y/n croaked.

"So, how much?" Malia asked. Scott looked at her for a minute.

"Uh— Four million... Are you okay?" He said after a moment. Malia grinned.

"Yeah! You're worth twenty-five— Kira, six. Y/n is worth more than both of you combined apparently. They'll take you guys out way before me!" Malia said with a satisfied smile. She opened the vault, stepping into it. Stiles helped Y/n stand up, and she gave the group a pained smile.

"That's progress, guys," she muttered. Stiles rolled his eyes, as they walked into the Vault.

"You know, this is where it all started. That's where the money was. One hundred and seventeen million in bearer bonds," Stiles said. He sat behind Y/n, her head leaning back on his chest.

"How do you even change bearer bonds into cash?" Kira asked. They were all beginning to feel the effects of the sickness.

"Bank, I guess. They just let it sit here the whole time, collecting dust. You know bearer bonds are basically extinct?" Stiles said.

"Why does it matter?" Kira said. She noticed that Y/n had begun bleeding from her nose.

"You know how many problems that money could solve?"

"For you?" Kira shot back. Y/n groaned.

"For all of us," she muttered. Stiles ran a hand down arm.

"Me, my dad... The Eichen House and MRI bills are killing him," Stiles added.

"Our mom does this thing... she writes down all the items in our budget, and how much they cost, and then she adds them all up and figures out how long we have until... we lose the house," Scott said. Y/n groaned, and Stiles felt her face.

"She's burning up again," Stiles said. Y/n grabbed his sleeve.

"It's the— I can't shut it off," she whimpered. Stiles looked down at her hand, and he saw the black lines running down her arm. They were moving up towards her face. He looked over at the group, as they all stared back with worry and confusion. "You're all— worried— angry— sad— stop," she groaned. Stiles eyes widened.