Tethered // Teen Wolf // Isaac Lahey

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KOREY

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"Isaac!" I rushed down the corridor, Stiles and Malia on my heels, "Isaac!" I sniffed the air, catching his scent exactly where it was supposed to be. I burst through the door, the handle denting the wall as it struck it, "Where is he?"

Jace held his hands up in defence, rolling his eyes curtly before he motioned to the other side of the chemistry lab. "There he is, all in one piece and mostly alive."

"You better hope so," Stiles quipped behind me, his glare heavy and intense.

Jace huffed, dropping his hands, "Whatever. I'm out of here."

I rushed to the end of the room, scanning the ground where Jace had left Isaac propped up against one of the desks. I sunk to my knees, reaching out for him slowly, my fingers grazing his cheek, "Isaac?"

Isaac shuddered, breathing heavily before he forced his eyes open, the blue stark against his pale skin.

My heart squeezed painfully, and I shuffled closer to him, moving my hand to the back of his head before I brought him forward.

He collapsed against me, his face burying into the crook of my neck as his fingers twitched, grabbing at the fabric of my jacket.

I stroked his hair gently, shushing softly the way I'd seen others do when they offered people comfort.

"I'll get my car and bring it round," Stiles decided, his face riddled with concern as he turned to walk out of the door, "the vampires are gone."

I nodded curtly, digging my hand between Isaac and I before I gazed the damp fabric of his shirt, pushing it aside so I could press my hand against his wound.

Isaac sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers on my jacket tightening as his face twisted with pain.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, letting my eyes spark up brightly, "just a few more seconds, I promise." 

Unfortunately, healing the wounds inflicted by a riser was very different to healing a turned child's injuries. Two of the three puncture wounds healed partially, lightly scabbing over, but the deepest wound barely changed.

I swore under my breath, jerking my hand off his stomach and grabbing his hand on my jacket instead, feeling the pain coursing through him before I began to take it for myself. It was sharp and uncomfortable, grating down my spine, but I took as much of it as I could before I turned to Malia. "Help me get him up."

Stiles drove in a way that could only be described as hazardous on the way to Deaton's clinic, anger blazing through him as he honked at cars and waved his hands at irritated drivers. "Who taught you to drive?! A blind duck?!"

I kept my hand, covered in an old shirt Stiles had in his trunk, on top of Isaac's wound, pressing down on it lightly to slow the blood flow. My other hand held his. "Where's Allison?"

"She went with Scott," Malia answered, "they're going to the clinic as well."

Isaac stirred from his pained slumber, his eyes heavily lidded as he cracked them open, sweat beads gathering on his forehead. He forced his lips apart, the skin dried and pale before he swallowed, "Korey?"

I tightened my grip on his hand, my lungs suddenly forgetting how to suck in air, "You'll be okay. We're going Deaton now."

Deaton was ready for us when we arrived, his face pinched with concern, "Get him on the table."