love drunk [2] ⇻ stiles stilinski

xv. alpha pact

[ start of alpha pact part two ]

  AFTER DEATON'S APPEARANCE, an attempt to save Eleanor and Stiles from Scott's unruly and fidgeting father, everyone seemed to be frantic, just as they had been before.

  And it got a thousand times worse when Eleanor cowered over in pain as they neared Lydia next to Eleanor's car in the school parking lot; she wobbled unsteadily and stumbled forward, holding on to Stiles whom has rushed to her in aid.

  The pain had surfaced from thin air and she could tell that it wasn't her that was hurt - it was someone else. She thought deeply, trying to figure out who it could have been as Stiles' eyes widened as Eleanor continued to sway.

  "Els, what is it? Who's hurt?"

  Lydia watched curiously, taking a step toward Eleanor as Deaton watched over her, trying to figure out exactly how to help her. Eleanor gasped and stumbled sideways as the pain became nauseating, her head falling into Stiles' chest as he grabbed at every inch of her to keep her steady.

  As if the pain had become all too much, Eleanor's legs started to give way and just before her eyes lulled completely shut, a name slipped her mouth. "Cora."

  With that, her whole body went limp and Stiles frantically manoeuvred to pick her up in his arms as Lydia surveyed the area. Luckily, everyone else had gone to their lessons and no one had chosen to spend their free periods outside, near the parking lot.

  Deaton moved to check Eleanor's pulse calmly and nodded, opening his car door to allow Stiles and Lydia to clamber in, resting her head on Stiles' lap and her feet on Lydia's.

  Stiles bit his lip as Eleanor's face knitted in pain. "Will she be alright?"

  "Time will tell, Stiles. I think if any serious were to happen to her, we would be able to tell. The real question is; what's happening to Cora?"

  They made small talk for the best part of half an hour after that. They spoke of what had happened with Scott the night before, their worry about what Deucalion had planned for him, and they tried to steer clear of the parent talk as though not to upset Stiles.

  So when Eleanor sat up and gasped for breath, grabbing a hold of Stiles' top, it came as quite a surprise to the trio awaiting her consciousness. Stiles covered her hand on his top and held it, his eyes searching every inch of her face to find a reason as to why she had fallen unconscious.

  "Els?"

  They were expecting her to be upset, dull and weak; she was anything but, she was angry and fiery and frustrated.