BELIEVE ☉ S. STILINSKI [ 1 ]

Eleven ~ Natural

The blonde kept repeating to Stiles that he was going to be okay with tear filled eyes. When she hid behind the desk after Peter had spotted her she noticed that he had a large cut on his leg. The cut went deep and still had the shard of glass sticking out slightly.

"Brianna, Brianna, Brianna, stop." Stiles stated, grabbing her shaky hands. "It's okay, just breathe."

"He's gone," Brianna cried. "Peter- he took Derek."

Stiles nodded, "I know. We'll get him back. Scott will have a plan and Derek loves you, you're practically his sister and family find there way back to each other."

"Thank you, Stiles." She replied before taking a deep breath.

Using her magic she managed to bring a first aid kit to where they was sat without moving. The blonde used some scissors to create a larger cut in Stiles's trousers so she could see the wound better. "I'll pay for them." Brianna joked. He laughed then but Brianna knew he wouldn't be laughing in a minute. "You still get squeamish at the sight of blood don't you?"

"No ... yes." Stiles admitted which caused Brianna to chuckle. She couldn't imagine being afraid of blood. After all she wanted to be a doctor and blood is one of the biggest parts of the job.

Brianna looked around the room before spotting a white nurses cloak. After standing up to grab it she ripped off the two sleeves; scrunching one up for Stiles to bite on as she pulled out the glass and the other to wrap around his leg afterwards.

"Okay," Brianna sighed after explaining what the white sheet was floor. "Do you want me to count to three?"

"No, just do it." He said. Brianna but her lip before nodding.

The warlock slash clairvoyant grabbed the tweezers she'd acquired from the first aid box after slipping on some gloves. The blonde used the tweezers to grip onto the shard of glass. With her spare hand she held Stiles's leg still as she pulled it out. He was more than squeamish, he seemed to be having a full fledged fit as she pulled it out. As soon as the shard was out she threw it away and wrapped the wound with some white cloth.

Hurrying up her speed because of the wincing coming from Stiles, Brianna took off her gloves and created some purple mist in her hands as she muttered the Latin spell under her breath. With the undeniable flare that comes with the warlock name, Brianna pushed the fog onto the wound. The pair watched as the purple cloud wrapped around Stiles's leg before disappearing into thin air.

Pursing her lips into a smile at Stiles, Brianna unwrapped the cloth. Stiles stated in awe at the fact his deep wound looked like it had been sewn up with invisible string. "That's amazing, thank you so much." He gasped.

"It's fine, amateur stuff really." She teased. "Do you think I'd make a good doctor?"

"The best." He replied with a grin.

They had no time to mask in the glory of Brianna's powers, since the girl wrapped her arm around Stiles and began to pull him up. It was a struggle to get him too his feet, especially when he realised that he couldn't put too much pressure on his wounded leg.

"One of the side effects," Brianna frowned. "It'll be like that for a few hours, the other effects are basically unknown to anybody other than me."

"Why you?"

"Because I created that spell." Bri replied. Every warlock in training gets to create their own spell once their trainer thinks they are okay to stop training. Since Brianna had known from a young age that she wanted to be a doctor, she wanted to create a spell that could help heal people. But not every spell can be perfect.