𝗠𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

TW~Stiles Stilinski~Dread Doctors

I could feel the cold metal restraints digging into my wrists as I struggled against them. My heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to make sense of where I was. The last thing I remembered was being grabbed from behind and thrown into a wall by those terrifying Dread Doctors.

"Baby? Can you hear me?" I heard a familiar voice call out to me. It was Stiles. My Stiles. The love of my life. I turned my head to see him standing there, his hazel eyes filled with fear and worry.

"Stiles," I croaked out, my voice barely a whisper. He rushed over to me, his hands shaking as he tried to undo the restraints keeping me tied down to the bloodstained table.

"I'm here, baby. I'm going to get you out of here," he said, his voice filled with determination. With a final yank, the restraints finally came loose and Stiles lifted me up into his arms.

I could feel how weak I was as he carried me out of the dark, underground lab. My body ached from the torture and expirmentation the Dread Doctors had put me through and I could feel the blood soaking through my clothes. Stiles held me close, whispering words of love and comfort as we made our way out of the lab whilst i was crying and wincing in pain.

As we reached the exit, Scott's pack was there, ready to fight off the Dread Doctors who had been experimenting on me. Liam, Malia, Theo, Kiran, Lydia and my dad Derek were all there, fighting to protect me.

"We need to get her to the hospital," Stiles said, looking down at me with worry in his eyes. Scott nodded, taking charge as he led the way out of the underground lab and into the night.

The car ride to the hospital felt like an eternity. Every bump in the road sent waves of pain shooting through my body and I could feel myself slipping in and out of consciousness. Stiles held onto me tightly, his grip never wavering as he whispered words of love and encouragement in my ear.

"S-Stiles, it hurts s-so much." I whimpered as Stiles squeezed my hand.

"I know, I know baby, we're nearly there. Can anyone take her pain?" Stiles looked over to see my dad holding my other hand, trying to take my pain.

"Stiles, she's in too much pain, I can't take it from her." Derek said in defeat, but he still held my hand.

Finally, we arrived at the hospital and I was rushed into the emergency room. The doctors and nurses worked quickly, trying to save me as I faded in and out of consciousness. Stiles never left my side, his hand holding onto mine as if his touch could keep me anchored to this world.

Hours passed and the pain became unbearable. No amount of medication could dull the agony coursing through my body. Stiles looked on, tears streaming down his face as he watched me suffer, unable to do anything to ease my pain.

And then, just when all hope seemed lost, Melissa McCall burst into the room. She was a savior, a guardian angel sent to save me from the brink of death. With quick, decisive action, she worked tirelessly to save me, to keep me from slipping away.

And finally, after what felt like an eternity, I was stable. But I was in a coma. Stiles sat by my bedside, holding my hand and whispering words of love and hope into my ear. He refused to leave my side, determined to be there when I finally woke up.

Days turned into weeks, and still I remained in a coma. Stiles never left me, even for a moment. He talked to me, telling me stories of our adventures together, of the love we shared, and his days at school, when he had to attend it.

He held onto hope, believing in his heart that one day I would wake up and return to him.

And then, one fateful day, it happened. I opened my eyes to see Stiles sitting there, tears of joy streaming down his face.

"Baby, you're awake, oh tha k god, I love you so much Y/N." he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. I reached out for him, holding onto him as if he were my lifeline.

"I love you too, Stiles," I said, my voice weak but filled with love. He held me close, never wanting to let me go again.

And in that moment, as I lay there in his arms, I knew that no matter what supernatural disasters we faced, as long as we had each other, we could defeat anything. Stiles was my rock, my anchor in a stormy sea, and I was forever grateful to have him by my side.