Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Triggers Pt 3

   The alarms and pipes stopped, leaving us all gasping for air that we couldn't get. Whatever that white stuff was seemed to have taken most of the oxygen out of the room. I could still breathe, but it was hard. Between the three of us, whatever oxygen was left was probably going to be depleted quickly.

"Y/N? You okay?" Scott wheezed. I nodded and looked at Malia, hoping she'd get my question without me having to ask it. She nodded too, signaling that she was fine. Scott crawled over to me, pulling me up. He sat back against the wall, cradling me to his chest. His touch was sensitive and worried, only focusing on keeping me safe. Despite what happened earlier, this was the kind of touch that told me he was my brother and he wanted nothing more than to make sure I was okay and as comfortable as I could be in these moments.

I waved Malia over and she sat beside Scott, her head resting on his shoulder. We didn't talk for a long time, simply trying to conserve the air that would keep us alive. My body was working so hard to make it be enough that I was sweating like I had a fever. Scott was a little soggy against me and I could see sweat dripping down Malia's neck. I felt so weak and sick, my chest so tight that it felt like I had asthma. I almost just wanted to fall asleep.

My eyes fluttered and Scott grunted, "Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Keep your eyes open."

"I'm trying." Scott wrapped his arms tighter around me, forcing me to stay awake. I couldn't help but think back to the time in the vault, and it was like déjà vu. This was exactly how it was except I was alone. This time I wasn't. We were in this together. I stuck my hand out, grabbing Malia's and not letting go. She smiled sadly, holding my hand as well. This was probably going to be our deaths. I suppose out of all the ways I've died, this wasn't the worst. A small burst from outside the door perked us up a little, not because we thought it was freedom, but because we had no idea what it could be.

When nothing else happened, I laid my head back down on Scott's chest. My breath came out like I had swallowed a rattle, and my whole body felt cold, yet I was still sweating.

"Guys," Malia said, our hands still gripped together.

"Try not to talk," Scott murmured.

"I don't want to die like this."

"The more you talk, the more oxygen that you-."

"I don't care. I'm not dying here." Malia sounded so sure and confident in that, but I felt like I was on my last lap. I felt weak and limp against Scott, barely able to keep my fingers around Malia's. I couldn't even find the strength to talk like she was, so I just listened to their voices. It wasn't the worst way to go. "I was supposed to go to France with Lydia. I'm 18. I haven't been anywhere. There's still too many things I want to do. I don't wanna die here." I squeezed her hand lightly, letting her know I heard her and I loved her, but my muscles wouldn't obey.

"You'll get out of here," I mumbled. Whether or not I believed it was a different story. My strength failed so I let my eyes close lightly. The door creaked, Lydia's banshee scream lost behind it. At least, I thought I heard it. I couldn't be sure. It was too light. My head felt like it was floating and I was sinking further and further into the earth. I was aware that Scott was shaking me, holding my head up to help me get more air, but I couldn't react to it.

"Y/N, please, hold on. Just hold on, okay." Scott's hand was on my chin as if he were trying to keep my head above water. It was odd to feel like I was drowning in the very element I needed to live. Scott's panic seeped into my body and I could feel how scared he was that I wasn't responded. "Please, Y/N."