Lydia's pov:
My next breath comes out frozen and Scott follows my gaze.
"Holy shit." He mutters before leaving me to Allison. I completely lean against Allison for support, no longer able to hold myself up. I tiredly watch as Scott goes to Stiles limp body on the ground and he looks over to me, gesturing for us to come over.
I tug on Allison's jacket as we stagger over to the boys. The first thing I take note of is how bruised he is, blood coming from random places on his body and he's lying very still.
"St-Stiles?" I call out as loud as I could (which wasn't very loud due to my current state). He jolts forward, gasping and sputtering for breath while flailing around for something to grab onto.
And then he catches sight of us, fear spreading across his face.
"You aren't supposed to be here. Wh-what are you doing?" He asks frantically and I let go of Allison, leaning on Stiles in trade.
I push back his hair lovingly "We're not gonna let anything happen to you." I whisper, the only thing my voice was capable of.
"I told you to stay away from me." Stiles spits back. Allison pulls me away from him protectively, afraid he might do something and I was too weak to object.
"Can't you see her? She's hurt! She got hurt because of you! So either way she's going to end up with a few scratches, better with you than without you." Scott defends, pulling Stiles up by yanking his arm causing the boy to wince at the werewolves strength.
The four of us walk back to my car, Scott helping Stiles while Allison helps me and it was agonizing just to move. When we finally get to the car, Allison gets behind the wheel, Stiles and I in the back while Scott rode shotgun. Sleepily, I lean against Stiles, not caring if he'd rejected me previously. I needed him.
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The air feels warmer than I expected it would when I woke, thinking maybe it'd be cold due to the boy in bed next to me. Slowly, I sit up, wincing at my aching body which immediately catches the attention of Scott and Allison. Scott sits in the open doorway, aimlessly staring out into the hallway while Allison pears out of my window, her crossbow hanging in one hand while she sits on the windowsill. Upon my waking though, they avert their gazes over in my direction.
"What are guys doing?" I ask in a raspy voice.
"You fell asleep in the car and we asked what Stiles what had happened to him. He said Deaton wasn't joking and that the Tengu had followed him. Scratched him up a bit. We're just keeping watch." Allison explains. I look back to the sleeping Stiles, his mouth slightly agape as his chest falls up and down lightly and I smile to myself.
"And he's okay?" I ask, never lifting my gaze from him.
"We cleaned him up but he's got a pretty big gash on his right shoulder." Scott says and I silently thank them both. "You love him?"
As simple of a question it was, I'd never really understood if I actually had liked Stiles or not. Maybe it's just because he was connected to me, and as we just now learned, I was connected to him. But then I realized that although that was a big part of it, I truly did care for him. Gently, I push is hair back out of his face like I usually do, smiling softly at my angelic gift.
"I love him." I state silently.
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Authors note:
Here comes your baby momma, driving a Suzuki!
Lol I love that movie. Can you believe Christmas is only five days away?? So excited!!! What are you guys doing for Christmas?
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe
