Changing Patterns

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    Deaton closed his eyes with a light nod, then snapping them open and yelled for Scott. The werewolf, followed by Derek moments after rushed into the back. The she-wolf had already begun to drag stiles away, her claws careless as she pulled him toward the woods just behind the vet clinic. Stiles screamed in pain as her claws dug down his forearm to his wrist. The woman only growled back at him. The blood loss had begun to hit stiles as the deep marks bled rapidly.

    The growl sent shivers up the half conscious boys back. He tried again, wiggling, fighting, tugging, pulling, refusing to move. She was stronger and got him to move. The werewolf bellowed out in a roar as another crept from the shadows of the woods she had begin to drag the human through. Scott, dug his claws into her upper arms as his own throat roared in anger. The yellow of her eyes dimmed quickly and sent her falling to the floor. An alphas roar.

    At that moment stiles had passed out. His arm continued to bleed and breaths being labored. How far had they made it into the woods, a mile, mile and a half maybe. Werewolves moved quick. Derek gritted his teeth angrily, his k-nines getting in the way of his lips. A growl sounded through his chest as he shifted back into human form. Stiles's heart beat was slowing, his breathing couldn't be heard anymore.

    "Call an ambulance! Get her out of here!" Derek demanded, Scott hesitantly followed the instructions and turned to the scared werewolf crouched in the ground away from the three. Scott takes the werewolf and leaves.

    Derek leans down and lowered his ear to Stiles's lips. Small puffs of air. He quickly pulled off his shirt and wrapped it around the humans left wrist. His right is followed by Derek's belt above the long cuts as a way to stop the bleeding. Derek lowered his ear again, Stiles's breaths were short and shallow. Derek had to get the boy to the road, to the vets clinic, but he had to keep the human breathing first. Derek's hands landed down on Stiles's chest and pressed.

    The motion cracked a rib, a normal procedure with chest competitions. Again and this time it reached Stiles's heart, a cough from stiles but still not breathing, again and another cough, a third time erupted a heavy gasp. Derek lowered his ear, stiles was breathing know but in a harsh way.

    "Dammit stiles! Breath! Come on.." Derek pinched the humans nose and lowered his lips to Stiles's own. Pushing air in, then backing up for three seconds, and again pushing air in. Derek listened, Stiles's breath was barely better. Quickly repeating the motion. Pinch the nose, place the lips, breath out, listen and wait for 5 seconds, place the lips, breath out. Stiles coughs as Derek backs up. The younger man's eyes flutter open and close again as he rolls his head on Derek's lap. His eyes won't focus, his blood pressure was definitely extremely low.

    Derek scooped the human into his arms, carrying the boy bridal style as he charges back the way he'd come. Derek reaches the clinic and rushes to the front, about two minutes later the ambulance arrives. Derek had dropped stiles down, head and shoulders laying on his lap as he knelt. Scott paced next to him as the ambulance arrived. They took the human from the two and began working, laying him on the gurney and getting him into the ambulance. Scott and Derek are stopped as they push forward to get in.

    "Sorry boys, only family and spouses allowed, please get to the hospital to give a statement as soon as possible though." The lady tried to pull the door closed and was quickly stopped.

    "I'm his brother!" Scott yells, turning his head to Derek, urging the man with pleading eyes to get into the car with him.

    With a sigh Derek continued the lie, "I'm his boyfriend." The lady looked sad a moment as she helped Scott in.

    "Sorry I-"

    "Fiancé! Actually, this morning. God stiles was so happy and know-" Scott inhaled sharply as the lady ushered Derek inside.

    "I'm so sorry," she answered lightly patting Derek's hand on his knee. The human was finally stabilizing, both werewolves watching in anticipation and fear.

    "God." Derek whispers at the sight. The ambulance nurses had tossed out his ruined shirt, thanking him for the coverage as it had kept stiles alive, his belt was returned and he was offered a new white shirt. When they reached the hospital everyone poured out of the ambulance, stiles was pushed off toward the back where Derek and Scott couldn't follow, both breathing heavily and waiting.

<——<Three hours later>——>

    Stiles inhales sharply as he woke. His body aching and head pounding. His arms burned lightly. Raising them he saw the wrapping and clean bandages around his forearms, even his upper arm was cleaned up and bruises had greasy cream on them. His neck was wrapped and chest as well, a burning sensation in his lower left ribs.

    Stiles sighed knowing this would be a heavy hospital bill to pay. Tears stung the humans eyes as he stared up at the ceiling. The door creaked open and his head shot up to see a nurse pop in.

    "Good morning." She spoke softly. "I won't be long, I'm just here to check up on you and then I'll go and get your brother and fiancé. I won't keep them waiting." Stiles's brow pinch at the words.

    He nodded for her to continue. "When can I get out of here?"

    "A few hours tops sweetheart." She answered quickly. Stiles nodded. Scott was his brother. That's for sure, but who posed as his fiancé to be here.

    After about 15 minutes the nurse left saying she'll be back with his family. Stiles nodded and let his eyes fall shut, his mind thinking over who could be the fiancé. A tear slid from the corner of his eye, a single stray tear that had overflowed. He sighed and wiped it away, not know, not while he's laying in a hospital bed. He won't break here, just till he gets home, just till he's in his room.

    The door peaked open, Scott rushing through at the sight of stiles. He falls to the seat instantly and grips the boys hand. He mutters a sorry, and something about keeping stiles safe and better. But the humans eyes were on Derek closing the door and more slowly finding the open seat on the wall, a few feet from the bed,  'ahhh so this is the fiancé...

   Stiles could laugh at the completely unbelievably, Ridiculous situation it was. Derek and him, fiancés pshh, twist his neck but not his mind. Stiles ignored the small blush he felt on his cheeks and tuned back into his suddenly protective and interested best-friend. If all it took was nearly dying to gain his brothers attention again, he'd have done it sooner, like a lot sooner.

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