Dylan O'Brien Imagines

What's Happening?-Stiles Stilinski

Stiles's POV

I couldn't stop it.

I wasn't even aware that something had happened until a scream echoed off the school walls.

"Y/N," I said looking at Scott with wide eyes. We turned around and started heading towards where we thought we heard the scream.

"Y/N!" I yelled as we raced through the halls.

I started to head down one hallway when Scott grabbed my arm. "She's this way," he said quickly as we sprinted down the other way. We pushed the doors open causing a loud bang to ring through the gym.

My heart dropped into my stomach when I saw Y/N in the middle of the gym, lying in a puddle of her own blood. I ran over to her and knelt in front of her, pulling her into my chest.

"Wake up, Y/N. Please wake up." I said as I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and pressed my fingers to her neck. I gasped when I felt her pulse slowing down with each beat.

"Scott," my voice broke. He looked at me before looking down at Y/N in my arms, probably listening for her heartbeat.

"I'm so sorry, Stiles." He said reaching out and pushing some hair out of her face.

"Please, Scott," I begged.

"Stiles," he sighed, knowing what I was going to ask.

"Scott, please," my voice broke. "I can't. . . We've lost so many people already. We can't lose her too."

"You know that it may not work," he sighed.

"I know that. I just. . . Please. We have to try."

He didn't say anything, just nodded. I held my breath as Scott reached down and hesitated before grabbing Y/N's wrist.

I watched him as he shifted. I sucked in a breath as he slowly brought her arm up his mouth. He pulled away, traces of her blood now present.

We both held our breaths as we waited for something to happen. "I told you that it might not," Scott started to say but was interrupted when Y/N gasped.

"Y/N," I smiled as I cupped her cheek. My smile fell when I noticed she still hadn't opened her eyes.

"Something's wrong," I rushed out as I watched the color drain from her face.

"What do you mean?" Scott asked, scooting closer to us. "She isn't rejecting the bite."

"But she isn't accepting it either." I bit my lip, unsure of what to do. I gasped when Y/N's eyes fluttered but still didn't open. Her lips moved, but no sound came out.

"Y/N?" I said, softly. When I said her name, her eyes fluttered again. Suddenly, I heard her breath get more and more unsteady, almost like she was struggling to breathe.

"We have to do something," I said, looking up at Scott.

"What?" He asked. He ran his hand through his hair as Y/N continued to struggle to breathe.

"What about Deaton? We could take her to the animal shelter. He can help her."

"It's worth a shot," Scott sighed. The look on his face told me that he didn't really think Deaton could help Y/N, but we didn't have much of a choice.

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The ride to the animal shelter was absolute torture. Scott drove my jeep as I sat in the front seat with Y/N on my lap. I didn't care about car safety. All I cared about was feeling her heartbeat against my chest and her breath on my neck.