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he was being lifted up to the helicopter, you held out your hand for him to take.
"take my hand!" you yelled, leaning half way out of the helicopter.
mitch took his hand off of the rope as he reached up, his hand wrapped tightly around yours.
you pulled him up in one swift movement, all of that training mitch had made you do with him paid off.
once he was sat against the helicopter wall you observed his face that was covered in cuts and bruises.
you reached over and grabbed the first aid box, taking out tissues and dabbing the blood away slowly.
"you don't have to do this." mitch mumbled.
you didn't speak and kept wiping the blood away, then applied some anti-septic cream to the cuts.
he groaned slightly at the sting.
"sorry." you said over the roar of the engine.
when you finished tidying him up you put the kit away and sat next to mitch in silence.
after a while he reached over and took hold of your hand, "thanks, y/n."
you looked over at him and saw something you'd never seen before, a smile.
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dylan o'brien imagines
Fanfictionimagines about dylan o'brien & his characters :) #10 in stiles stilinski
