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.
The minute we got to the animal shelter, Scott jumped out of the car and carried Y/N inside with me at his heels.
"Scott? What's going on?" Deaton asked once we had gotten inside.
"It's Y/N," I started to explain. "She was bleeding and Scott gave her the bite but. . ."
"She isn't accepting it," Scott finished.
Deaton walked up to Scott and looked at Y/N gasping for air in his arms. "She isn't rejecting it either," he mumbled.
"Do you know what's wrong? Can you help her? Is she going to be okay?" I rushed out, my hands starting to shake.
"Scott, take her to the back room," Deaton instructed. "Stiles, I need you to take a deep breath. Whatever is going on with Y/N, she is going to need you to be conscious."
I nodded before following him to the back room. When we walked in, Y/N was laying on the cold metal table. Her shirt was drenched in blood and sweat. My heart sank when I heard her whimpering.
Scott walked over to stand next to me as Deaton looked Y/N over. "Is she going to be okay?" I asked, under my breath.
"If there is anything that can be done, Deaton will figure it out."
Deaton turned around and grabbed a needle to take her blood. While his back was turned away from her, Y/N sat straight up with a scream making all three of us jump.
Deaton stepped forward to try and calm her down, but she freaked out. She started to fight back, trying to get away. "Scott, Stiles. I could use some help."
We tried to lay her back down, but she kept fighting back. "What's happening to her?" I asked as we finally got her to lay down.
"Hold her down," Deaton instructed as he turned around.
"What are you going to do?" I asked when he turned back around, holding a needle. I cringed as he pressed the needle into her neck. Slowly, Y/N started to calm down.
"Stiles," she mumbled before her eyes closed.
"What. . . What happened?" I whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Don't worry," Deaton sighed. "It's just a sedative to calm her down until her body adjusts to the bite."
"So. . . So, she's going to be okay?"
"She's going to be fine, Stiles." He said, patting me on the shoulder.
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Reader's POV
My eyes fluttered open but I instantly closed them due to the brightness of the lights. I groaned as my wrist was stinging. "Y/N?"
I turned my head towards the voice and slowly opened my eyes. I smiled when I saw a worried Stiles staring back at me. "Hi," I said weakly.
"How are you feeling?" He asked softly as he brushed my hair back and continued to run his hands through it.
"I. . . I don't know," I stuttered. I tried to sit up, but he gently pushed me back down.
"Take it easy, Y/N." He said as he helped me sit up. I dangled my feet off the table and that was when I noticed I wasn't at the hospital.
"Did you guys take me to the animal clinic?" I looked at Stiles to see him biting back a laugh. "Nice," I said with a small laugh.
The smile fell from my lips when I saw the bandage on my wrist. I started to unwrap it, but stopped when I noticed there wasn't any sign of a scratch or a wound or a bite.
"Scott gave me the bite, didn't he?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.
Stiles reached over and grabbed my hand as he whispered, "He had to do something. You weren't breathing, Y/N."
"Oh," I said under my breath.
"You scared me," he whispered, looking at our hands. My breath got caught in my throat when he looked up at me with tears in his eyes. "Why didn't you call me?"
"I just. . . I didn't want. . . I didn't want to be a bother," I stuttered.
"What do you mean? Be a bother? Y/N," he sighed.
"I just feel like I am always holding everyone back. Like you guys are always having to save me so. . . I thought that if I could go to the school and find a clue or something, I wouldn't feel like such. . .deadweight."
"Deadweight?" Stiles sighed. I bit my lip as he moved so he was standing in-between my legs, putting his hands on my hips. "You aren't deadweight, Y/N. You are the exact opposite of deadweight. You are my motivation. You are the reason that, at the end of the day, I am still able to get back up. Without you, there would be nothing making me risk my life every day to make Beacon Hills safe."
"Stiles," I sighed, trying to interrupt, but he shook his head.
"Y/N, you are not deadweight. You are my world," he said, annunciating each word. He grabbed my face in his hands and pressed his lips to mine. I gasped before starting to kiss him back.
He pulled back when neither one of us could breathe. I pressed my forehead to his as my cheeks burned. "I'm going to need your help, Stiles," I whispered.
"I helped Scott, I can help you." He smiled as he leaned back and cupped my cheek in his hand.
"Good," I smiled. "I'm going to need my Batman."