Dylan O'Brien Imagines

You're Okay// Stiles

You couldn't breath.

Your lungs were on fire.

You felt the world spinning around you, causing black dots to fill your vision.

"C'mon, y/n, you gotta stay with you." Stiles voice echoed through you head.

The table was cold against your back. Lydia was laying on another table, sitting up to face you.

Lydia suddenly shoots up, a scream rising from her mouth.

As she fell back onto the table, the windows burst out, sending glass everywhere.

Stiles threw himself over you, protecting you from the glass.

You felt like the world came crashing on top of you as the pain burst though you.

You suddenly couldn't breath. You felt like your throat was closing. You started gasping for air.

"Deaton, what's happening? Help her." Stiles demanded,

You heard some shuffling before a needle was pushed into you and you felt your throat open and you gasped, taking a deep breath.

You felt Stiles still hovering over you, pushing hair out of your face.

"You're okay." He said, almost reassuring himself.

You sat up, pulling him into your arms as he held you upright.

He pulled back, his hands on the middle of your back and kissed you.

"I love you." He said as you kissed him again.

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so not looking forward to tomorrow