Teen Wolf Imagines.

always here. / brett talbot

You groaned as the world came back into focus feeling an immense pain in your stomach. The next thing you were aware of was that you were lying on a concrete floor, and that you were alone. You dragged in a large breath, trying to move but finding the pain in your stomach stopped you. You could faintly recall what happened.
Flashback
The pack was tracking a couple of rouge omegas through the warehouse district, the pack agreed to meet outside warehouse 1, planning to check each warehouse from top to bottom. At warehouse 5 you realised you left your phone in the 3rd warehouse, and so far none of the omegas had shown up, and you had already checked warehouse 3, so you went back alone. You couldn't find your phone, and you ended up crawling on your hands and knees behind some crates, hoping you would've dropped it there. One second you were crawling on your hands and knees, the next you were being pulled by your ankle, kicking and screaming as you were dragged into the darkness.
End Flashback
You had been caught, and obviously attacked, but you didn't remember that. You took in a shuddering breath as you looked around, seeing nothing around you, save for a few larger crates and a familiar object just out of arms reach. Your cell phone. You ignore the screaming pain and shuffle over to your phone, wrapping your fingers around the familiar device. You wince slightly as you irritate the wound, feeling the chilling sensation of blood leaking out. You tap in your passcode, opening your messages to reveal a long paragraph from Lydia.
"Y/N, if you didn't want to come today just tell us instead of making a bs excuse about a lost phone talk to us before. We had to double check all the warehouses for you because we thought you got lost." Wait, were you in a warehouse? Lydia said they checked them all, but they didn't find you. You continued to read "Everyone's pissed at you, we'll call when we want." That was when the message ended. With shaking hands you tried to get out of the message, deciding it would be better to send a plea for help in the group chat. You vision changed as you clicked on the message tab, hurriedly writing a "help. Sub level." message, not having the energy to type anymore. You faintly heard the whoosh before darkness consumed your vision.
You awoke to find yourself being carried bridal style out of the concrete room."Wha-" You murmured as you looked up to see your rescuer. You expected Scott or Stiles carrying you, instead you looked up to see Brett, who was a long time family friend, and your crush. "Y/N just hold on, we're almost at my car."
You felt your head tilt slightly "How did you find me?" You whispered in a hoarse voice.
"You texted me, and after a brief interrogation with Scott, I found you." He explains, of course in your state you had texted the wrong number, not that you were complaining. Brett lowered you gently into the backseat of his car, being careful not to move your wound too much. "We need to get you to the hospital." He said, looking at the blood that coated your shirt and the top of your jeans. "You will definitely need stitches, and maybe surgery." He said, taking off his jacket and laying it over you. You could feel yourself losing consciousness again. "Thank you." You whisper, closing your eyes. You were thankful, because when your pack didn't help you, Brett didn't hesitate to.

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