Derek's POV
I just can't get Stiles out of my head.
His eyes. His sarcasm. His everything.
I've known for a while now that he's my mate. I just haven't told him 'cause I'm... afraid. I'm afraid he'll reject me.
But ever since I found he... self harms, I can't help but feel like it's my fault. I could've done something. The pack could've done something.
But... just to make sure he's ok, I'm gonna check on him. He should be at school right now.
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When I get there I notice most students have already left. Maybe Stiles is still here?
I search around the parking lot for his jeep.
There it is!
Some guys are tgere though. I get closet to get a better look.
Wait... are they...?
Jerks!
Are they hurting my Stiles?!?
I don't even hestitate as I start getting them off him.
It takes everything I have not to turn.
The lacrosse guys finally leave.
Stiles is all beaten up. Bleeding. With bruises.
"Stiles" I say as I start lifting him to get him to a hospital.
He passes out.
Wait. No no no.
What if he doesn't wake up?
No.
No.
No.
I put him in my car as I start driving, as fast as I can to the hospital.
"Come on... you can make it Derek" U say to myself.
If Stiles dies, I wouldn't be able to live with myself