Stiles POV
"I got up and just left. Greeaaattt Stiles just great. Not a confession of feelings or an acceptance of truth what the fuck." I say to myself, as I drive to nowhere in particular but end up at Scott's. "Hey Stiles, what's up man?" He squints because of the morning sun, leaning a bit into my truck. "I've never seen you up this early, let alone alert this early..." he trails off looking in my back seat. "I see that you didn't talk to her. Like i said you should've." He says shaking his head with a smile. "How do i tell her I like her? 'Oh hey Y/N, just to let you know I don't like you as just a friend I like you way more than that, we're soul bonded'? Like, no dude. I fucked up even worse I think actually." I scoff into my hand and look away then back at a silent Scott. "Okay well I have to get to work," he says "Obviously yeah, sorry-" I start to say but he opens my passenger door and hops inside. "And you're going to take me! Tell me everything that happened, we'll figure it out together." Scott says leaning back in his seat. I start to laugh and put her in drive as I begin to tell him exactly what went down, not in detail but close enough.
"So let me get this straight, you saw her doing something 'sexual in nature', stopped her and watched SpongeBob with her until almost 4am? Then in the morning when she apologized and practically confessed her feelings to you, you up and left without a word besides 'see ya later'? Man, she's gonna fucking kill you!" Scott laughs out. We're about 2 minutes from the Vet Clinic and I roll my eyes at his statement. "Y/N wouldn't hurt anyone she didn't have to. And even though I'm stupid I'd doubt she'd hurt me. I should call her actually." I spout out, grabbing my phone and looking for her name in my phone. Scott oversees it, of course he oversees it. "My darling?!" Scott laughed. "SHE PUT IT IN THERE!" I defend myself but he replies with a, "Yeah dude, that was back during the Christmas party! You could've changed it by then, my darlinnngg." Scott teases. I roll my eyes, throwing out a whatever and turn down the street for the clinic and call Y/N 3 times to no answer. We pull into the parking lot, Scott looking at his phone, me lost in thought. "Alright well here's what I think. I think you should let her know exactly how you feel on all fronts dude. I know something's that I can't tell you and you just have to be upright with her. She'll listen, she always- what the," Scott stops mid sentence as his eyes land on something behind me. I turn around as Scott is clambering out of the car. I'm stunned for only a second before I rush out the car. I run up to the lump that's on the floor by Scott as he turns it face first tears staining her eyes, and an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach when I see evidence of- "Wolfsbane, c'mon help me get her inside!" Scott says lifting her body up. I begin to lift her as well, Scott unlocking the door and pulling it open. We shuffle to the back, all of the dogs quiet and probably asleep until we make it to the exam table. They began to whine, every single one of them. Scott heads off to the back to calm them, and I pull her left arm out of her onesie. She would actually kill me if this romper was ripped or had irreplaceable damage. I smile a bit at the memories of her and continue to get her arm out fully. Scott comes back the dogs a bit quieter now, and he sends me to the cabinet with the wolfsbane ashes as I look for the most common. I hand it over to him and he makes her drink it, but it doesn't work. It makes it worse. "Whatever this strain is, it needs to be burned out. Stiles, I need you to burn it out, while I hold her down." Scott says reaching for the blowtorch kept here for these exact reasons. I reach for her shoulders and kiss her forehead before resting mine on hers. This is gonna hurt like a bitch.
Y/N POV
Pain, just burning, raw, pain. My eyes shoot open and I roar out as I feel flames on my left arm. I see Scott holding me down with a concerned look on his face as Stiles is burning my flesh. I can't tell what's going on, I'm scared and start to cry. Why are they doing this to me? What the fuck is going on, I see a colored smoke drift from my arm and look up at Scott again wondering what the fuck is going on. I black out.
