So Cold (Liam Dunbar)

Fracture

Liam's pov

Tires screeched and the dread doctors drove away. I wanted to tear them to shreds.

But all that mattered was her.

Laying on the floor, with a giant syringe in her chest...with whatever they had injected into her. 

"Skylar! I roared, running towards her. But it was like I couldnt get to her fast enough,

as her eyes fluttered shut.

"Sky!" I stumbled next to her, afraid to make it worse. "W-what what do we do?"

The guys surrounded her, Tracey on the floor, looking guilty.

"What did they put in her" I roared at her. My entire body shook, my wolf wanted to spill. A part of me wished it was Tracey laying on the floor sickly. Not my skylar. Not my world.

"Tell us!" This time it was Stiles.

"I..I dont know!" She cried. "Im so sorry..."

"Leave her alone guys, it's not her fault " Scott yelled helping her up.

Betrayal hitting me hard.

I growled before looking at my poor skylar, crumbled in my arms... like a ball of paper that couldn't take another crinkle.

"Scott. " I cried. "If I pull this out...and she stops breathing. You gotta bite her. "

"Liam, we talked about this. We don't know how the cancer will react. She could die in seconds. " He kneeled next to me, his voice just a whisper.

" if she stops breathing she'll definitely die!" Stiles said the words I was going to.

I didn't wait for Scott to promise. I slowly put my hands around the 6 inch, old fashioned sirynge and I pulled it out of her sternum gently.

Blood spilled out as it left her body, her entire body almost convulsing in rejection.

Her breathing halted. And she didn't move.

"Sky?" My voice cracked. "Sky breathe!"

"Skylar!" Stiles yelled as we shook her.

And suddenly, her eyes fluttered open, as she gasped for air so violently it caused her to sit up in reflex.

My arms flew around her, holding her too me. In reflex too.

"Sky, baby say something" I breathed into her hair.

"The dying" she whispered.

The pack and I looked at each other, what was she talking about.

"Only the dying will survive" Tracy spoke shakely, she leaned against Scott. "It's what they said. Before they...." her eyes fell on the needle.

I looked down at the frail, pale girl in my arms. Her eyes locked with mine.
The confusion. The fear.
A glimpse of hope.

"The question is, what do they mean by survive?" Stiles racked his brain as his eyes fell on her too. The look on his face said it all.

He could see it happening. The cancer, eating her up. Trying to devour her. Each day it got worse.
But she'd be fine. She had be.

" I feel fine" She said. "Just tired" 

My eyes fell on her as she shook in my arms. I took off my hoodie and put it around her shoulders. I pressed my lips to her head and kissed her with everything in me.