Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Stiles.// Stiles

You were trying to help Tracy but instead, she decided that she didn't want to be helped.

Her weird, kanima tail sliced your stomach, making you bleed. Like everywhere.

Lydia pushed on your wound, making you groan in pain.

Stiles came in a second later, stopping in his tracks as he stared at you. You smiled through your pain at him.

"It's okay." You said quietly.

He leaned down beside you, pulling his belt from his pants and wrapping it around your body, pressing it against your wound. 

You held his hand tightly as the ambulance came for you.

You were taking into a hospital room and injected with something as the entire world went black.

Stiles POV

I paced around the waiting room, waiting for any news on y/n. 

"Stiles, she's gonna be fine." Scott assured me.

I paced some more, feeling like the entire world was going in slow motion.

"Stiles." 

I spun around, turning face to face with Melissa.

"How bad is it?" I asked.

"It could have been worse, the belt saved her life." She said.

I took a deep breath, finally being able to fully breathe.

"Can I see her?"

"Only for a few minutes."

I followed her down the hallway.

Y/n POV

You tried to sit up but your side hurt too much, you just slouched in bed.

The door opened and Stiles' familiar face came through the door. 

"Hey." You said, your voice hoarse.

"Hey." He sat beside you, smiling softly at you. 

His shirt was slightly torn, a cut showing through.

"So, you're okay." He says, breaking the silence.

"I'm okay." You assured him.

"I was so worried."

You reached over, taking his hand in yours, which like four times the size of yours.

"I'm okay."

You shivered under the covers, not warm enough in the small cold room.

"You cold?" He asks, looking around for another cover.

You opened the covers, inviting him in. 

"You want? Me to get in-"

"Stiles, hurry up I'm freezing."

He kicked his shoes off and got in, wrapping his large arms around you.

"Mhm, you're so warm." You cuddled into his chest, the warmth spreading though you.

You felt his lips press against your forehead as you closed your eyes.

"I'm really glad you're okay." 

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