"SM to DH. The roof is clear," you hear over the radio.
"[Y/N] to Scott. I told you initials were stupid."
"Shut up," Your boyfriend Scott says.
"Nothing on the second floor," Liam reports.
"The rest of the building is clear," Derek says. "No Berserkers."
"I told you, they wouldn't go inside-" you're cut off by a noise outside the car. Scott talks into the radio but you shush him. You turn slowly to get a good look of what's prowling next to the car: three berserkers.
"Scott!" You scream as they pull you out of the car. You fight weakly against them.
"[Y/N]!" Scott screams deeply. He runs across the parking lot with Derek and Liam close behind him.
You yell as one of the berserkers scratches you across the stomach. You clutch yourself in pain, blood already seeping through your shirt.
Scott manages to tear the berserker away from you and throw it towards Derek, who had speedily taken out one already. Liam battles the third.
"Nothing good ever happens when you make me stay in the car," you say as Scott helps you move away from the action.
"Nothing good ever happens when you don't stay either," Scott argues. He looks at your cut. "It's going to be okay. It's not that deep."
"Oh, this sickening mortal wound," you say dramatically.
"Is she okay?" Liam asks when he and Derek approach.
"I'm fine," you say.
"She's not fine," Scott says. "But she'll live. She's lost a lot of blood and she'll probably be unconscious by the time we get her to the hospital. It'll definitely need stitches."
"You said it wasn't that deep!" You exclaim.
"That was just to make you feel better," Scott helps you into the car. "But I'll be with you the whole time."
"You will?" You ask weakly.
"You know I will," Scott kisses you.
"Aw, look at the lovebirds," Liam teases as he gets into the car.
"Shut up, Liam," you say. "Or Scott and I will do it in your bed."
