The Pack

Chapter 26: Everything's gonna be alright.

Stiles ran downstairs with Sourwolf on his tail. It was normal for Stiles to feel like his world was tumbling down when Liam told him such news. Ever since Scott and him were young, they looked out for each other, cared for each other and worried for each other. Stiles knew Scott wasn't ready to talk about what happened that dinner night, but it didn't mean he couldn't hear the screams that would occur in the night.

And there was Hale's kiss.

That was a totally different subject with a totally different answer but Stiles couldn't help but to think about why did Hale kiss him? Not that he complained because he actually kissed back. But he did not have time for boyfriends, never had one, albeit. He dated Lydia for a while and then decided to go solo for a while and he did not believe in soulmates, not like Scott did. And didn't someone once said foxes and wolves do not tend to get along?

It was not difficult to spot Scott. There was an immense crowd around him and whispers could be heard. Stiles had to open his way to see the damage done. And it was pretty big. Scott was in the couch, looked like he was sleeping. What made it clear that he was not sleeping were a lot of factors, the first one was his position. He was on the side, his feet touching the floor but his head going towards the left side of the couch, not a very pleasant position to sleep. The second was the sweat and black blood.

His hair was stuck on his forehead thanks to the sweat. It made his face brighter and polished, somehow. The black blood was coming from his nose and kept until his upper lip which was dripping the blood into the shirt he had. The third, however, was the most difficult to catch, thanks to the noise in the room but Stiles heard it faintly but wanted to make sure.

"Everyone quiet!" He shouted.

All the chatter, all the noise died down to let Stiles hear. You had to admit, it was not noticeable. Derek thought it was a bug buzzing but as he saw Scott McCall's chest rose and fell, he understood that it was actually him. He was wheezing in his deep sleep. But Hale didn't understand why.

"Fuck." Stiles trembled. He quickly shook the Alpha and it wasn't delicately, it was roughly because he needed him to wake up. "Scott! Scotty!"

It took about twenty seconds before Scott jerked forward. His eyes were in full panic mode and his hands went straight to his throat, the wheezing sound got louder and Scott began coughing before gasping for air and wheezing again.

"Hey, hey." Stiles took Scott's hand as a form of anchor. "Look at me and take deep breaths like I do, remember?" He began inhaling and exhaling not taking his eyes off the panicked Scott.

"S-Stiles." This one choked. "Can't-"

"No." Stiles cut him off. "Don't talk."

Scott nodded and kept doing what Stiles told him, he grabbed his hand as an anchor like he used to do and began counting each breath as he coughed.

"What's wrong with him?!" Laura asked.

Stiles didn't look at her as he answered. "Asthma attack. Do any of you have an inhaler?!"

"We're werewolves, why would we need an-" Peter began.

"Some of you are goddamn human! Tell me, yes or no?"

Derek kept thinking. "Maybe, let me have a quick look." And left running.

Scott coughed multiply times before gasping for air one more time. His eyes were trying to stay in its place but he was getting worked out. His chest felt as if a house was built upon it. He was dying. "St-Stiles. I-I'm dying."

Stiles's hand left the comfort of Scott's warm skin. Instead, Stiles grabbed his best friend by the head and looked at him straight in the eyes. "You're not gonna die, Scott. Hey, look at me. Breathe with me."