Teen Wolf Imagines

First Aid Kit - Theo

It was no secret that Stiles had sucky plans. His intentions were good, but as far as the execution goes... well, that wasn't so great.

Need an example? Well, take now, for instance. Stiles had decided to lug a hot-headed werewolf and a wimpy human with him into the forest to spy on a shady new werewolf in town that may or may not be our pack's enemy. If you need further proof, it's night time and the rest of the pack has no clue where we are.

I know. Not exactly an Eisenhower-worthy battle strategy. Stiles has a hard head though, and is incredibly difficult to reason with, so I didn't even bother trying. I just went with it to make him happy.

But now I was really regretting it. Mainly because my short legs couldn't keep up with the other boys and, as a result, I got lost.

Part of me saw no need to panic- Liam was a talking bloodhound; he could find me with ease. The other part let my mind wander. What if they don't even notice that I'm gone? I'd been extremely quiet the entire time. They wouldn't find it strange that I hadn't said anything for a while. What if Liam never finds me? What if Theo is exactly how Stiles has labeled him, and he finds me first?

As I stumbled over a tree root in the dark, scraping my palms on the tree beside me as I fought to maintain my balance, I heard voices up ahead. I could distinctly make out Stiles's sassy tone. I wondered what set him off this time.

Swatting aside a tree limb, I came upon the scene: Stiles and Liam had their backs to me, arms crossed as they glared at Theo. At my arrival, Theo's attention turned to me with interest. Liam turned as well. Stiles didn't do anything. He mustn't have noticed that I was back.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I began to walk over towards them- only to trip yet again and tumble to the ground, knocking Stiles on top of me. With a yelp, he struggled to push himself up, but his arm slipped, and our tangle of limbs toppled down the small slope of the little hill.

"Hey Y/N." Stiles panted, clutching at his ankle. "Glad you finally found us."

Groaning, I pressed my palm against my ribs, feeling a slight burn. "Yeah, I'm glad you guys went at a pace that we could all keep up with."

Stiles scoffed slightly. "Alright, listen, I know that you're in pain and all, but sarcasm is my thing, okay?"

"Are you guys okay?" Liam asked suddenly as he jogged over to us, Theo hot on his heels. Suddenly uneasy at the sight of the boy in my English class, I pushed myself into a proper sitting position, ignoring the stinging in my side and in my palms.

"I'm fine." I claimed.

"No you're not." Liam immediately said with wide blue eyes. "You're bleeding." He was right. The left side of my shirt was soaked with blood, and my wrists were coated in red that was steadily flowing from my hands.

"Oh," Stiles's brow furrowed. "Damn, she is. We need to get her to the hospital."

"That's not necessary." Confused, I glanced at Theo warily. He wasn't looking at me, though. He was addressing Stiles with a serious tone. "I've had some Red Cross training. I can help her here- if you have a First Aid kit in your car."

Liam spoke up. "Stiles has one. It's in the back seat of the Jeep. I can go grab it real quick-" He stopped talking instantly when he caught the angry glare Stiles shot Liam's way. It was obvious that he didn't trust Theo to take care of me. I was with him on that.

"I think we should take her to the hospital." Stiles stated, firm. "She's bleeding a lot." There was no room for discussion in his voice, but somehow Theo managed it.