Sage ▸ Stiles Stilinski [Book One]

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN; 16

        "Oh, my god." 

        Stiles rushed to grab her waist, hoisting her arm over his shoulder as he struggled to carry her inside the house. With his foot, the teenage boy was able to slam the door closed, bringing Sage into the bathroom knowing they wouldn't get very far attempting to get to his bedroom. She spluttered out a cry when another hot flash came, and her hold on Stiles got tighter when she felt her knees practically give out.

        "Stiles, something's wrong with Derek and Scott," she managed to choke out, nearly running into the door frame as the boy tightened his grip on her body. 

        Stiles breathed out, sitting her down on the closed toilet seat. "Yeah? Well something's wrong with you too." 

        "No," Sage denied, spitting out the word through another deep exhale of agony. "I mea—"

        The blonde's eyes widened as she felt a shock spread through her body, a current filling through her veins and putting her into this state of reality and a nightmare. Just like once before with Stiles, her whole body started to convulse, only this time she recovered much quicker and managed to avoid a seizure. There wasn't a moment of hesitancy when she gripped Stiles' shirt tight in her hands, clinging onto anything that was real. Stiles' shouts were dulled as her hearing started to diminish. 

        "Sage, come on! You need to stay awake, okay? Your stomach is bleeding and you look like you're having another seizur— Sage. Oh, my god. Sage, keep your eyes open! Sage!" Stiles practically screamed, grabbing her face in his hands as he bent down to look at her. Her eyes were dull, empty. He sucked in a deep breath before looking down at her bloody shirt. 

        Grabbing her hands, he did his best to open her palms so his shirt could be freed and he could have access to her wounds. She whimpered at the loss of comfort, but didn't take another go at his shirt. He carefully raised her white tee, grimacing when he saw all of the blood smeared around a small bullet hole near her rib cage. The only good thing was that it looked like it was healing, meaning that either Scott or Derek got the bullet out, depending on which one was shot. 

        Sage's body went rigid again, letting a distressed scream fall out of her lips as she felt every single part of her explode with pain. It felt worse than getting shot, or being clawed by the alpha. This wasn't an attempt to kill, this was just someone having humor in torture. Meeting Stiles' eyes once the fire died down in her, she noticed just how terrified he looked.

        "Someone's being tortured, electrocuting him," Sage hissed out, knowing very well why she was struggling for so long to decipher what was happening to her body.  "Stiles, it's not going to stop." 

        "What do I do? How do I— What can I do?" Stiles stuttered. Sage took a deep breath before standing up despite her body feeling more exhausted than ever before. The brunette boy got up from his crouch, wrapping his arm around her waist to keep her upright once again. Another flash came and she cried out again, her arm gripping the frame of the door. 

        "When—" she paused, choking to try and get oxygen in her lungs. "When is your dad coming home?" 

        "He has the night shift patrolling. He won't be back until late," Stiles answered. She nodded, and went towards the direction of the stairs. His eyes got wide when he saw what she was doing. "Sage, you're not going to make it up those stairs." 

        Managing a breathy laugh, Sage turned to look at him. "Are you seriously doubting me, Stilinski?" 

        "If doubting you keeps you from getting hurt? Yeah, I am," Stiles retorted, becoming upset with the blonde. He was tired of her pushing herself beyond her limits, never once thinking about how her actions would affect herself. One day she would end up dead on the ground with an actual knife in her just because she decided to be the hero.