𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 ❦「𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒」

𝟶𝟼𝟺《𝙸𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙸𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽》

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

I'm rudely awoken from my place slumped on the floor next to the sofa when something hits my head and I peel my eyes open, turning to check on Stiles. The boy leaps off the couch in a manic confusion and I scramble to my feet, grabbing onto him just as my brother does the same from where he was in the kitchen.

"Hey! You okay?" Scott asks his best friend.

"What happened? How long was I out?" Stiles questions.

"Just a couple hours. You should sit down" Scott advises and I try to tug the boy back to the sofa.

"Where's my dad?" The Stilinski boy presses.

"He's at Eichen House, questioning everyone, looking for Meredith...I promised him I wouldn't let you out of my sight" Scott explains.

"I stayed with you" I assure him and he gratefully places his hand over mine that is on his shoulder.

"Okay, what about the others?" He asks.

"Allison, Isaac, the twins...They're all looking for Lydia" My brother answers.

"It's starting to feel like we're waiting for a ransom call" Stiles states and I nod in agreement.

"We'll find her" Scott says determinedly and Stiles grabs his coat, pulling it on "You all right?"

"Yeah. I don't know why, I just can't seem to get warm" Stiles admits and I frown deeply.

"Maybe you should sit down, take it easy" Scott suggests, reaching out to place a hand on Stiles' and black veins start to travel up my brother's wrist "You're in pain"

"It's not that bad. Just more like a dull ache" Stiles corrects

"Where does it hurt?" I question the boy in concern.

"Sort of everywhere..." He answers and I reach out to grab his hands, gasping when his icy cold skin touches mine.

"Stiles, you're freezing" I fuss over him, pushing him to sit down and pulling a blanket around his cold frame.

"Tell me the truth. How much does it really hurt?" Scott asks in a worried tone.

Before Stiles can answer, Scott's phone rings and he shows us that it's Kira before getting up to take the call. I tear my gaze from my brother speaking on the phone to look at Stiles and he's already looking at me.

"Are you in a lot of pain?" I wonder aloud, taking the cold boy's hands into my own and he nods wordlessly "Can I try to help you?"

"You don't have to, Natty" Stiles argues.

"Shut up, dork. I want to help you so let me help" I counter and he sighs with a nod.

I let go of the Stilinski boy's hands and kneel down between his legs, causing him to frown in confusion. A smile tugs at my lips as I lean forward, lifting up his shirt to reveal his surprisingly toned stomach and his eyes widen, grabbing my wrist.

"Relax, Stiles. You're safe with me" I assure him, allowing him to keep a hold of my wrist as I place my palm on his frozen cold chest.