Stiles Stilinski Imagines 🦊

:Premonitions Pt. 3:

* Listen to: Bad Moon Rising - Peter Dreimanis (Cover) *

Word Count: 1,851

My back was pressed up against Sheriff Stilinski's desk chair. I was currently sitting in the police station. After last nights events I told him that I had no desire to go to school. He reluctantly agreed to letting me hang out with him while he looked for Stiles. He didn't know what I knew. Stiles wasn't Stiles anymore. I've been here since early in the morning. On occasion I would receive calls from everyone. They would give me updates on the status of finding Stiles. Allison was the one who would constantly check on me since she was my best friend. I would tell her that I'm fine but of course even through text she knew better. I was staring at these random packages that were sitting on the desk. Since I had nothing to do might as well help put the items away. I pushed myself up from my seat and walked over towards them. My hands were about to grip the first box but then Derek screamed my name. My body turned to see that it was indeed Derek. I was also surprised to see Mr. Argent sitting besides him. They were both handcuffed to the bench they were on. I started to walk over towards them but Derek continued to scream at me to get down. Then this loud eruption sounded in the building and this hot wave pushed me into the ground. Pain spread all over my body and I felt liquid rushing out of my mouth. I looked down to see pieces of glass and nails embedded inside me. Sounds of screams and people rushing around to help others flooded my ears. My body couldn't move every time it did more pain spread. 

"Help, someone help." My voice came out in a hoarse plea as I suddenly tasted copper on my lips. I don't know how long I've been laying on the ground. But it must have been a while since it was night fall. 

"Y/N!" A familiar voice called out and I heard his clumsy footsteps approaching me. 

My eyes slightly opened and they landed on a pale boy with deep dark circles, "Stiles?"

"Yeah it's me baby." He choked on a sob as his eyes scanned my body, "Oh god." He started to cry as he lightly picked me up in his arms, "Scott! Please Scott help!" 

Scott came running over towards the cries of his best friend. His eyes widen at the sight of me, "Y/N? Oh my god."

"Please Scott. Take her pain away. Do something to make it easier for her." Stiles continued crying as he cradled me into his chest. 

Scott nodded as he took my hand in his and closed his eyes. The same black veins rose on my flesh and onto his. This time though they were darker and thicker. But I felt better and more at peace. Then I remembered that I had the ability to heal. 

"Scott," I tried to lift my head off the chest of Stiles's as I looked for my friend, "You have to get me out of here."

Confusion was etched on Scott's features as he looked between Stiles and I, "What? Why? I don't think we should move you right away."

"No listen you have to get me out. Please." I continued to beg and relaxed once I heard him say okay. 

I felt my body being lifted off the ground and into Scott's arms. He carried me out of the station with Stiles following closely behind. 

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"We have to get to the animal clinic." Scott instructed Stiles who gave him an surprised look. 

His hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly as he stared ahead, "We have to go to the hospital. I mean look at Y/N. She is still in pain."