Perfect Combinations~ Stydia One Shots

"Because if you die..."

"But you know how I'll feel? I'll be devastated. And if you die, I will literally go out of my freaking mind."
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(Stiles POV)
We all rushed into the sheriffs department. I immediately saw a trail of blood. I could tell, I could just tell, that that trail of blood led to Lydia. I followed it, my heart in my throat. I dashed past my dad even though I had very little acknowledge if he was okay. My own father. I even went past Malia, barely noticing her. Once I saw that trail of blood, nothing else mattered but the girl I loved. Then I saw her. My heart dropped. I felt nothing. My vision blurred. The voices around me were muffled. I could feel myself having a panic attack. But I couldn't look away. I couldn't function. There she was, Lydia Martin. My first love. On the floor, blood everywhere with a hole in her side. I got a feeling I never had before. The feeling to murder. I wanted to murder whoever or whatever did this to her. They wouldn't get away with it. Our eyes met.
"Im okay." She whispered.
I couldn't answer. I couldn't move.
"I'm fine." Then, she managed a smile. She was hurt on the floor, dying, yet smiled at me. She smiled at me despite nearing death. She smiled at me to let me know everything was going to be okay. But it wasn't. Not until I knew she was safe. Theo pushed past me and tied his belt around her. I still could not move. I was having an emotional breakdown because my sunshine was wounded. Anybody else but her, would be screaming, not smiling. She's a banshee for crying out loud. But she smiled to calm me down, the way she always calms me down.
(Theo POV)
I glanced up at Stiles. The look on his face showed utter heartbreak. I could smell something. Something wafting off Stiles. It was...love? It couldn't be. He was with Malia, right? But if he's with Malia, then why did he rush past her to see if Lydia was okay. And since he saw Lydia wasn't okay, he looks like his world just came crashing down. Maybe I should go after Malia. Stiles seems to be caught up in a different love.
(Lydia POV)
The pain in my side was excruciating. But I had to be strong for Stiles.
"Stiles, I'm fine." I choked out. He seemed to snap out of his daze when Scott started calling for him. He looked around frantically.
"SCOTT. SCOTT GET IN HERE, QUICK."
Scott came in.
"Stiles what is it- LYDIA OH GOD."
Scott bent down. Stiles sat next to him and placed my head in his lap. He was crying hysterically.
"Scott, I'm begging you, please take her pain. Please Scott. Don't let her die. Please don't let her..." he trailed off. He was too upset to speak. Scott rested his hand in Stiles's shoulder.
"It's okay buddy. Go calm down. I'll take care of her."
Stiles scooted back and say again the wall, his head between his knees, looking up every so often to check on me.
Scott took my hand and began to take my pain.
"I'm okay Scott. Makes sure Stiles knows that." I muttered. Scott nodded.
"Okay Lydia, I just need you to tell me something, does it hurt?"
Was he serious?
"Yeah Scott. Kinda" I said sarcastically.
"Okay good."
"Good?"
"Well yeah. It's just, the last time I tried to take someone's pain but it didn't hurt, they...well they-" he stopped.
"Allison?" I asked. He nodded.
"I couldn't take her pain. And then she died. She died in my arms. I don't want that happening to you."
"I don't want that either." Stiles said from across the room.
"Are you doing it Scott? Is she okay? Is she still breathing? Is she in a lot of pain?" He pestered.
"She's going to be okay. She's not in too much pain anymore, don't worry. She'll be okay."
Stiles slumped again the wall.
"She better be."
...
I layed there for a few minutes in silence after Scott left to go hemp Deaton. Stiles can back in a put my head in his lap again. He brushed the hair out of my face with his fingertips and returned the smile I gave him.
"I hope you're going to be okay Lyds. The ambulance is on their way, and there gonna take you, and they're gonna make you good as new. "
I nodded.
"Thank you Stiles. Trust me, I'm fine."
He bit the inside of his cheek.
"You better be. I'm devastated that toured hurt. And if you die-"
"You'll go out of your freaking mind?" I finished.
"Yeah. And worse than last time. Without you, my sanity would escape me. I'd go insane if I lost you."
"Ditto for me Stilinski."
He smiled.
"Yeah, ditto for me Martin."