RENEGADE | "You wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody." - Big Red Machine
In which Ainsley Dunbar transfers to a new school and learns secrets about her new friends, her town, and herself.
Teen Wolf
Seasons One to Six
Stiles Stilinski x O...
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"Your echoing heartbeat keeps your time, it's crashing lately." ---
"Ainsley, just hold on a little longer," Kira says to me.
I breathe in sharply, shaking my head weakly. "It hurts," I whisper, my voice breaking. I can feel that there's a pool of blood underneath me, staining my shirt and jeans.
And it's growing by the minute.
"I know," Kira whispers in response. "But you have to hold on, okay? I need you to stay awake and hold on."
Though my ears are tinny and the world around me sounds like it's been shoved through the end of a French horn, I close my eyes and focus on breathing through the pain. In through my nose and out through my mouth every time a wave of pain crashes over me.
Well, one thing's for sure; I'll be well prepared the first time I give birth . . . if I even make it that far.
I do this a few times before I hear the faint sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor of the station. I open my eyes, blurred with tears of pain and stinging from the sweat that's been falling into them.
A moment later, Stiles appears in the doorway, a slash in his shirt across his chest, with Theo right behind him. Stiles pauses, freezing at the sight of me like that.
The sad thing is—it isn't the first time.
I know seeing me like this is absolutely terrifying for him. Seeing any of us like this has to be terrifying. Theo pushes past him, sliding his belt off the loops of his jeans before kneeling at my side, wrapping it around my waist as a makeshift tourniquet.
The action of making the tourniquet is painful as well and I grimace as the leather digs into my already injured skin, the area surrounding where I've been cut severely tender and receptive to pain. I bite back a pained yelped as I hear another pair of feet make their way into the doorway beside Stiles. I look up briefly, spotting Lydia, who's hands are over her mouth and her eyes filled with tears.
"Stiles," I can faintly hear Scott calling from somewhere else in the Station. "Stiles." He makes no move to leave me or follow where Scott is calling him to. His eyes are filled with fear, with complete and utter hopelessness at not knowing what to do. "Stiles, come on."
"It's okay," Theo assures him as he finishes the tourniquet. "She's all right."
I try my best to smile through my pain, nodding at Stiles tearily. "Tracy . . . " I whimper. I inhale shakily. "Stiles, I'm fine. I'm okay. Find Tracy. Lydia, find your mom."
Stiles shakes his head, but I hear Scott call out again, "Stiles!"
I make my voice as firm as I can as I state, "Go."
