Derek's P.O.V
I heard an annoying shrilling noise. 'What the hell! Who would be calling me at 10:00 P.M?' I thought angerly. I looked at the caller ID and saw it was Stiles. Only he would have balls to call me this late.
"What?" I ansewerd in an not very happy tone.
"D-Derek" He studdered I shot up in bed. He sounded weak and that worried me.
"Stiles? What's wrong? Where are you?" I asked in a concerned and worried tone.
"Sourwolf, I-I n-need help, i'm o-out in the woods behind m-my house and I'm c-cold and h-hurt and n-need help" He replied in a whisper, he sounded like he had trouble speaking.
"Stiles, I need you to stay awake, stay on the phone don't hang up ok?" I said while running around the loft trying to find a shirt and a pair of pants.
"Derek, I can't, I c-can't do it, I'm so tired" he replied. No he can't fall asleep I might not get there in time.
"STILES! No, you have to stay awake, I'm on my way just stay with me got it? Just stay with me!" I said while running out to my car and sticking the key in the ignition and starting the car, I was definetly breaking the law in so many ways.
"I-I can't" he said in a sleepy voice then the line went dead.
"DAMNIT!" I yelled and through my phone on the dashboard. Hopefuly I get there in time because it' supposed to get really cold tonight and I if I can't get there in time-
NO! I shake my head. Don't think that way I will get to him and save him make sure he stays safe. He's mine. And I will keep him safe. My hands tightened on the steering wheel my knuckles white. I swung into Stiles driveway and rushed to get out slamming the door behind me and running through the snow to the edge of woods trying to catch my mates scent.
I found his scent and followed it through the woods till I saw a body on the ground with blood everywhere. I ran over to him, he was unconcious and still breathing, but barely. I kneeled by his side and took in the damage. His face is pale and he had blue lips that stood out against his pale complexion and his chest is torn up on both sides and his arms had deep puncture wounds and his ankle was in an odd position. I gently touched his ankle and eyes shot open and he screamed. I grabbed his face between my hands.
"Stiles. Stiles!" He looked at me with fear in his eyes and started shivering uncontrolably.
"D-Derek y-you f-found m-me" He said in a wisper.
"Yes, yes I did and I'm going to get you somewhere safe ok?" I looked at him and he nodded. I slipped my arms under him and carefuly and slowly lifted him. He wimpered when I got him in my arms.
"I'm sorry, I'm going to get you to my car and you can warm up in there" I said while lightly jogging so I didn't disturb him to much.
"T-Thank y-you sowerwolf" he said with a small smile and eyes closed. he's going to fall asleep again if I don't keep him awake.
"Stiles, talk to me, you can't fall asleep again" I said trying to keep him awake.
"I know, i-it just hurts t-to much D-Derek, I'm in s-so much p-pain" he winces as I run a little faster.
"It's ok, everythings going to be ok, just-just tell me what your thinking, talk to me" I said
"I'm th-thinking about how w-warm y-you are" he said with a little grin. I smile down at him.
"I'm a-also t-thinking about h-how l-lucky I am to h-have you" I chuckled, his grin diappeared and his eyes open as he stared at me
"I-I'm serious, I-I a-am so l-lucky to have s-someone just like you" he smiled and snuggled his head into my chest. His shivering continued to get worse and the blood was starting to freeze, which I don't think is a good sign. We finally reached the car, I opened the back car door and gently layed him inside. I had a blanket with so I wrapped him up careful not to touch any of his wounds that were still bleeding heavly.
I have to get him to the hospital before he bleeds to death. I got into the drivers seat and cranked the heat up so Stiles could warm up. I went as fast as I possibly could without getting pulled over and having to explain why there was a teenager practicly dead in the backseat.
"Ok Stiles we're almost to the hospital, just hang in there" I said
"NO NO, you c-can't take me to the h-hospital!" he cried and tried to sit up. I pulled over and got out quickly before he hurt himself.
"Why? Why can't I take you to the hospital" I asked in a soft tone he looked at me with sad eyes.
"I d-don't want my dad t-to find me in the h-hospital" he said.
"Why not?" That was really a stupid question to ask because I already knew the ansewer.
"B-Because he already lost m-mom and he's going to be worried about l-losing me to and I-I don't want him to w-worry, just, p-please don't take me to the h-hospital" he pleaded
"Ok Ok, I won't take you to the hospital I'll take you to my loft is that ok?"I asked him. He nodded and layed back down wincing and wimpering when he used his stomach muscles.
We got to the loft about 5 minuted later and I rushed to get him in to clean, bandage, warm up, and keep safe in that order As I carefully lifted him from the car he was breathing hard and shivering like crazy.
I carried him inside and layed him on my bed and ran to get a bowl of warm water and a rag. I hurried back and sat on the bed next to him and carefuly but quickly started to clean his wounds. He was staring at me the whole time I cleaned his wounds, but when I pulled out a needle to stitch it up his eyes widened.
"Stiles, I'm going to have to stitch the wounds or they'll get infected and keep bleeding, it's ok you won't even feel a thing I promise" I said grabbing his hand and giving him a gentle, but reassuring squeeze. He nodded and squeezed my hand back.
I let go of his hand and started sewing him up. It took about half an hour to finish but I went as fast as possible. I cut the string with my teeth and put the needle and thread back in the drawer in the nightstand. I slowly ran the rag down his cuts to clean the blood that seeped through the stitches. He was still shivering violently so I quickly ran and got extra blankets and piled them on him. I was about to shut the light off and leave when he spoke in whisper.
"P-Please s-stay" he said. I turned to look at him and his eyes were pleading and it looked as if he was about to cry.
"Yeah, I'll stay" I replied while taking off my shirt and pants, I walked over to the bed and slid underneath the covers next to him I grabbed him carefuly and pulled him into my chest. I gasped at how cold he was against my bare skin.
"s-sorry" he whispered while snuggling closer to me. I chuckled.
"It's fine just go to sleep you need rest" I said. He nodded.
He fell asleep pretty much right after he nodded. I couldn't stop thinking about how he could of died if I wasn't there. I wonder why he called me? He has Scott and Allison he could have-
Wait. Scott and Allison. Oh my god! I forgot that Scott has his head to far up Allison's ass that he probably didn't ansewer his phone when Stiles called. What a fucking jackass! I was so unbelelievably angry I growled. Stiles stirred and I froze. I'll deal with stupid later. I dug my face in his neck and breathed in his scent I soon fell asleep hoping Stiles would be ok in the morning.
