Heal You (Part II)

Human

I arose shakily, pressing my hand to my forehead. "Sam? Dean?" I called out, stumbling about the loft as I struggled to get my legs back. "Anyone home?" I shouted, listening to my voice echo back to me. I sighed, running my hand over my arm, wincing as it traced the bandages.

I moved back to the couch, collapsing back down on the cushions. I pulled out my phone, spotting a text from Sam. 'Out to the store. Need anything?'. I sighed, yawning as I typed back. 'A coffee would be great, can you go to that little shop?' I replied, laying back down as my eye lids felt heavy again. I opened them again as my phone buzzed. 'Sure, what's the address again?'. I told Sam the address before snuggling under the blanket that was still warm. I felt myself drifting back into that warm fuzzy place and I let it happen.

I awoke to the sound of my phone buzzing. I sat up groggily, rubbing my eyes as I hadn't even realized I'd fallen back asleep. Dean's smiling face greeted me as I lifted my phone, pressing answer. "Emma we, uh, we found Stiles" Dean breathed, Sam shouting something nervously in the background.

"What?" I was instantly awake, walking through the loft as I grabbed my coat and pulled on my boots. "What do you mean you found him?" I asked, opening the door as I walked down to the parking lot, opening my car door.

"I mean Sam and I drove to the location you sent us, except it wasn't a coffee shop. Sam pointed out Stiles lying in the middle of the parking lot. He had to shout at me to call you before I snapped into action" Dean explained as I drove towards that address.

"Oh my god, is he okay? Tell me he's okay" I breathed, pressing down a little harder on the gas pedal.

"Um he's got a gash across his stomach. I guess...I guess you were feeling what he was feeling last night. He's unconscious now" Dean explained, my heart racing as panic began to fill me. "Emma, why did you send us that address?" Dean asked as confusion filled me.

"I don't know. I just wanted coffee" I whined, my knuckles white as I gripped the steering wheel. "Dean, he's got to be okay. I-I love him so much and if he's not-"

"I know and nothing's going to happen to him. We'll save him, okay?" Dean said, calming me for a brief moment. "I see your car now. See you soon" Dean hung up as I pulled into the parking lot. I parked my car next to theirs, jumping out as soon as it was safe. I sprinted over to them, gasping as I spotted Stiles, sprawled out on the ground.

"Stiles" I dropped down next to him, Sam and Dean standing guard over us. "Stiles, I'm here" I whispered, lifting his shirt. I winced as I stared at the wide gash, knowing that he suffered the same pain I had. "It's going to be okay" I promised even though his lips were white, his skin was pale and he had large purple bags under his eyes.

"What do you want to do?" Sam asked, resting a hand on my shoulder. I bit my lip, shaking my head as I thought.

"I need a first aid kit and uh-uh a blanket or something. He's freezing" I muttered, pressing my hand against his forehead. His skin was ice cold and it worried me further. Sam and Dean did as I said, rushing to get what I needed. I ran my hand through Stiles' hair, sniffling as I stared at him.

"Here, here. I'll call the pack and tell them what happened. We'll bring him to Scott's, okay?" Sam asked as I pulled back Stiles' shirt and began cleaning the wound. I nodded, keeping back my tears as I bandaged up the wound as Sam called Scott.

I pulled Stiles into my arms, wrapping him tightly in a blanket. "You're going to be okay. I'm not going to let him take you Stiles. Do you hear me? I'm going to keep you safe. I promise" I whispered, pressing a kiss against his forehead as I prayed I was right.

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I carried Stiles in with Dean's help, the room silent as we entered. "Couch, put him on the couch" Scott instructed as I nodded, placing Stiles down on the couch. I sat down next to him, pushing his hair back as I felt his forehead again. He felt a little warmer, but not much.