Lahey || Teen Wolf

thirtytwo

- 3rd Person's POV -

"How was hanging out with Scott and Stiles? Interesting, probably."

Isaac furrowed his eyebrows when his girlfriend didn't respond. He knew he had seen her, out of the corner of his eye, make her way into the warehouse.

He turned around to face the girl, only to have his heart drop at the sight.

20 feet away stood Collins, both hands placed over her stomach. Her shirt was soaked with blood and there was blood dripping out of her mouth from where she had been coughing.

Isaac moved as fast as his feet could take him. He reached the girl as she crumbled in a ball to the floor. The boy pulled her onto his lap, tears already making their way down his cheeks.

"W-What happened?" he managed to get out.

His whole body was shaking in fear, Collins was hurt - dying maybe - and Isaac didn't know how to help.

She coughed, "Gerard... Wolfsbane."

Her mouth closed after she spoke the words. Isaac let out a heavy breath, he didn't know much other than the fact that Gerard had done something to her with wolfsbane.

And it really was killing her.

Then Isaac remembered a trick Deaton had taught him. He frantically grabbed hold of the girl's hand, pressing their palms together. He was going to take at least some of her pain away.

"Why... Why isn't it working?" Isaac whispered, the pain wasn't entering his veins and taking it away from her.

She slightly parted her lips, "After I went down, he numbed me. He wanted... to make sure it wouldn't work."

Isaac shook his head as he struggled to stand up, Collins still in his arms. He carried her bridal style and rushed toward the exit.

"I've got to get you to Deaton, he'll know what to do."

Collins shook her head slowly, "Take me home."

"If I don't get you to Deaton you'll d-"

She closed her eyes as more tears rolled down her cheeks, "I just want to go home."

•••••

The door to the Stilinski house burst open, catching the Sheriff, Stiles, and Scott off guard.

Their emotions shifting from defensive to immense fear when they saw a crying Isaac carrying an almost unconscious Collins.

Isaac rushed into the living room, not bothering to close the front door. He handed Collins to her twin as they sat on the floor. Isaac, the Sheriff, and Scott all moved in close.

"She... She came into the loft and collapsed. Gerard shot her with some sort of wolfsbane. I-I tried to take away some of her pain, but it wouldn't work. Then she told me Gerard had numbed it to make it impossible for us to help her." Isaac rambled on trying to explain what had happened.

Stiles shook his head, "Wh-Why didn't you take her to Deaton?"

At this point, everyone in the room was crying. No one was trying to be "manly" and not cry at the moment. They were all scared out of their minds.

"She told me she wanted to go home." he whispered.

Stiles looked down at his twin, a frown overtaking his face and tears streaming down.

He let out a shaky breath as he began to talk, "Collins, please, wake up. Start healing, please. I need you here. I need you more than anything. I can't lose you."

"Collins, please, wake up." her Dad begged.

Scott reached forward and grabbed hold of one of her hands. He knew that Isaac said that it didn't work, but he had to try.

He slowly dropped Collins hand when he realized that the effort wasn't working. The girl wasn't going to get better if they didn't get her to Deaton immediately.

"Collins, we've got to get you to Deaton. It's the only way you'll survive." Stiles begged his sister.

Her eyes fluttered open. She softly smiled at the four boys looking down at her. Collins knew they were right, but she was exactly where she wanted to be.

"It's okay, Stiles, I'll finally be with Mom again."