Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Suffering// Stiles

The Nogitsune just left Stiles body. 

Or rather, made a copy of it and ran off with the original. 

But Stiles is Stiles and that's all that matters.

He was pacing around in the living room, biting on his fingernails. 

He rubbed his arms quickly, trying to get warm. 

"Are you cold?" You asked the obvious. 

"I can't seem to get warm." He says and you go over to grab his hand.

That's when you felt the pain spread though your body. He snatches away.

"Stiles, you're in pain." You said as he sits on the couch.

"It's not that bad." He says, blowing into his hands.

"How bad is it, Stiles?" You asked, sitting beside him.

"It's just a dull pain, like it's not obvious, but it's still there." He says.

You reached over and kissed his lips, taking his pain and sending warmth though his body.

He sighed against your lips, resting his hands on your face.

You pulled back and looked at him. He had keep bags underneath his eyes, he was weak, and sick. 

He was dying.

"I know what you're thinking," he says, staring into your eyes. "We're going to be okay."

"You're going to be okay." You said to him.

"I don't know if I am going to be okay," he says. "And if something happens and I-"

"No, don't say it. Just. Please, don't say it," you rested your head against his shoulder. "I'm not letting anything happen to you."

He leaned down and kissed you again. "I love you."

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I am very happy to inform you that Dylan is going to make a full recovery and that he is totally fine. Everyone is sending him love and it's honestly amazing. The extent of his injuries was not released but nothing life threatening. 

What a relief guys. lol <3