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chapter fifteen life or death
a syringe filled with god knows what is the choice of weapon peter hale used. both him and scott were fighting while derek threw dylan over his shoulder, cora, ms. blake and stiles following him to the garage.
"it's still here!" stiles yelled out, running toward the doors of the ambulance and opened them, derek placing dylan down gently on the stretcher.
"derek, come here," jennifer called out to him. with much hesitation, he walked over to her and cora hopped in, sitting next to stiles.
"julia," a voice sang, kali. stiles was quick to the shut the doors of the ambulance, quietly and him and cora watched as ms. blake ran off, derek right behind her with kali following after.
"stiles," dylan's voice was quiet, too quiet.
cora's eyes darted over to her niece and she smiled, "you're awake," she grabbed her hand.
"stiles," the girl closed her eyes, the pain in her body was too much to handle, it was killing her, she felt it, her own body was dying, "it hurts."
stiles inches forward, concern and worry all on his face as he rested his hand on her leg, rubbing it in comfort, "you're going to be okay," this was the very first time he saw the damage ms. blake had done to her neck.
it was bruised, badly.
"she's not healing," stiles pointed out to cora, moving the hair that blocked it, "look."
cora swallowed, nervously, sitting back in the seat she sat in, looking at stiles, "she should be. why is this happening? why her?"
stiles opened his mouth to speak but the soft cries of dylan stopped him, her shaky hands finding his.
just by touching his skin, all the pain she felt, vanished.
"cora," dylan looked to the girl who smiled, placing a hand on her forehead, rubbing her skin, "i'm right here, dylan."
"no," she shook her head, making the two confused, "i know the truth."
"what?" both of them asked in sync.
"he's my dad, isn't he?" dylan's voice cracked, her vision blurring by the second, "derek's my dad."
stiles immediately looked from the hurting girl to the girl next to him, her face holding this look that was freaking the boy out, "is it true? cora?"
cora turned away from her niece, meeting stiles' eyes and she nodded, feeling tears forming, "yeah, it is."
the boy let out a breath, running a hand through his hair, a smile on his lips, "holy shit," but his attitude changed, anger hit him, "you knew?"
cora opened her mouth to speak but something stopped her. she laid her head on her dylan's chest, her eyes widening, she stopped breathing, "stiles, she isn't breathing."
"oh, no," he mumbled, anxiety bubbling up inside him, "oh, god, dylan," he stood over her, cora following suit.
"CPR," she quickly said, "do you know CPR?"
stiles nodded hesitantly, "no-no, but i-i can try."
stiles moved closer to her, cora stepping away, trying not to panic. he looked down at her pale face, lacing his hands together as he began to perform chest compressions.
then he tilted her chin, clearing her airway before touching his lips to hers, blowing in. seeing that it didn't work, he tried again, "come on, dylan," he repeated and thankfully, she let out a gasp, making the two sign in relief.
"thank god," he muttered as she let out a few coughs and he looked to cora, "she's alive."
she smiled, looking down at her niece, "thank you."
"yeah, of course," stiles nodded, "anything for her."
he looked down at dylan, "you just hold on a little longer, okay? trust me, if anyone gets us out it's scott."
stiles laced his fingers with hers, "you know," he cleared his throat, blinking his eyes as he felt tears form in them, "ever since i met her, she's had this hold on my heart. like everytime i try and let her go, she holds on tighter. and i-i don't know how to tell her that i..."
"you love her," cora smiled big, placing a hand on stiles' arm and he turned to her, nodding, "yeah, i guess i do."
"then tell her, stiles," she spoke, softly, "tell her before it's too late."
suddenly loud banging was heard outside the vehicle, along with low growling. the two teenagers looked out the window, the twins' shadow catching their eye. stiles let out a shaky breath, pressing his back against the wall, feeling cora grab onto his hand.
scott appeared at the door, banging on it, "stiles! stiles, open the door!" the wolf begged, beside him was a very weak looking peter.
"god," stiles muttered before unlocking the door, "sorry," he opened them.
"help me get him in," scott said as he and stiles helped the oldest hale inside, the man sitting down next to his niece, grunting.
"where's derek and jennifer?" stiles asked.
"i have to go back for them and my mom," scott said, hurriedly.
"okay, two problems," stiles spoke, "kali's got the keys to this thing, and we just saw the twins, like, 30 seconds ago."
banging was heard from across the garage, scott looked to the two, "stay here," and closed the doors, vanishing from sight. stiles quickly locked them again and sat down, his hand finding dylan's, his finger rubbing her skin.
he just wanted her to know he was there.
minutes went by when a car pulled into the garage. that car belonging to chris argent. peter was quick to pick dylan up and carry her out of the ambulance with issac hurrying him.
"stiles, let's go!" he yelled to the boy as peter laid dylan down, "stiles!"
"come on, what are you doing? drive you idiot," peter pushed, holding onto the unconscious girl tightly.
"i can't. not without scott,"
"come on, you want the argents dead too?" peter snapped, "make a choice!" in the backend camera showed the twins running toward them, "oh, for the love of god, go, now!"
"alright!" issac yelled at him, reversing the car, nearly hitting the twins but they jumped out of the way in time before driving off.
