Dylan O'Brien Imagines

CPR// Stiles

After being stuck in the hospital with a werewolf bite to your side, Scott came to get you.

Your body was rejecting the bite, causing you to be nauseous, cold sweats, you were always tired, you felt sick all the time. Scott told you that you looked pale and sickly.

So when you're put in the back of an ambulance with skinny, defenseless Stiles to watch over you while Peter Hale was after you. You're assuming that he wants to do you like he did Lydia.

You were struggling to breath as Stiles pulled the blanket over your shivering body.

"C'mon y/n, you gotta keep it together." Stiles massages your hand as you felt your throat close.

Stiles POV

I was mumbling about random nonsense when it happened.

Her breathing sort of calmed me, so when it stopped, it felt like mine stopped right along with hers.

"Y/n?" I squeaked.

I put my ear almost against her lips, expecting to hear breathing but instead I hear silence.

"Y/n?" I ask again, half expecting her to open her eyes and smile weakly.

But instead, I just get more silence.

"Okay, oh my, okay, you can do this," I say to myself. "Okay, tilt the head, fingers on the chin. Great, nothing. I see nothing."

My hands are shaking as I rest my hand on her face. "Okay, just pinch the nose and blow."

I pinched her nose and pressed my mouth against hers, blowing air back into her air deprived body.

I put my head against her chest, listening for a heartbeat that wasn't there.

I breathed into her a few more times, still nothing.

"Come on, y/n, breathe," I mumbled, putting my mouth back to hers. "Come on, y/n."

I breathed into her mouth one more time when she gasped, taking a deep breath before, laying back down.

I leaned back against the seat in the ambulance and tried to catch my own breath.

"You know, next time I put my mouth to yours, you better be awake." I mumbled as she opened her eyes.

"I think I can work with that." She mumbled weakly.