The Hell-hound's Mate

11. The Friends and The Mate

*Scott*

Michael was being an ass. So I made sure Jackson, Issac, Ethan, and I hurt him during practice. I don't understand what his problem is. He never messed with Stiles before. Anyway, we walked out of the locker room after changing back when Mason ran up to us. 

"Michael is beating Stiles in the parking lot. Stiles is unconscious, but I think he's having a flashback and I can't stop him. "

 We all picked up our pace. Once getting to them, I threw a punch at Michael's face effectively breaking his nose. 

"Fuck off McCall. You're friend is getting off to this." Michael sneered. I turned to Stiles whimpering, "D-D-D-D-D-Daddy no." 

"Shit." I huffed under my breath though the werewolves heard. Issac and Jackson held Michael back as I picked Stiles up. 

"Mason, I'm going to need you to take him to the hospital. The rest of us will meet you there." I said receiving a nod in confirmation.  However, just as we were about to leave Coach and Mrs. Martin came out. 

"What is going on here? Boys let Mr. Johnson go." Mrs. Martin said. 

"What happened?" She asked when Issac and Jackson let go of Michael. Before any of us could speak up Michael decided to lie. 

"They just ganged up on me while I was trying to get to my car. Scott broke my nose." 

"Is this true?" 

"I only punched him because he was beating up Stiles. Even when Stiles went unconscious. " I said. 

"Where is Stilinski?" Coach asked. I turned to fully face them so they could see Stiles in my arms. 

"Oh My God." gasped Mrs. Martin. 

"Yeah, we were about to take him to the hospital right as you got here." Ethan explained. 

"Alright, you go get him help. We'll take care of Mr. Johnson." Mrs. Martin said fixing Michael with a look when he went to protest. 

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Arriving at the hospital we explained the situation to my mom and got Stiles medical attention immediately. 

*Jordan*
The Sheriff stepped out of his office making eye contact with me and motioning me into his office. 

"Sir?" I asked after shutting the door behind me. I watched as he drug his hands over his face and a sigh left his mouth. 

"I just got a call from Melissa. A boy on the lacrosse team beat up Stiles after practice. The pack took stiles to the hospital, but it seems his body started to shut down." The sheriff took another breath as tears fell from his eyes. 

Our Mate is strong. He'll pull through

"Melissa said the best thing to do was to put him in a medically induced coma, to allow his body to heal itself in a way that isn't as stressful on the body." he finished. 

"Okay, what's your plan?"

"In a few minutes the two of us are going to the hospital. We are also going to take some time off of work because we both know that we'll be distracted and no help here."

He's not wrong 

"Alright, let me know when we can leave." I said before retreating back to my desk with my injured mate on my mind. 

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Walking into Stiles' room and seeing him hooked up to all these machines was heartbreaking. The Sheriff broke down immediately which is 100% understandable. He's almost going through the same thing with Stiles as he did with his late wife. Scott stood up giving his eat to the sheriff who grabbed his son's hand. I was standing on the other side and just brushed back his hair feeling how cold his head is. 

"Parrish, what are you thinking about?" Lydia asked. Always count on Lydia to call you out for wanting to know how your brain works and how  you process information. 

"That maybe this coma situation, though terrible in the fact that he had to go in it as a life or death situation, might be helpful for him. I can't help but think that maybe when he wakes up he'd be back to his old self for the most part even though this traumatic experience he went through changed him." I shared. 

"I agree with you." Lydia hummed. The rest of the pack mumbled agreements before we all fell into a sorrowful silence.