Stiles's POV
Y/N didn't get better. In fact, things have just gotten worse. She was in a coma and on a breathing tube for almost two months after the wendigo threw her across the school gym. The doctors were worried that she would never be strong enough to breathe on her own.
I sat on a chair outside Y/N's room as Scott listened to what the doctor and his mom were telling Y/N's parents.
"Y/N's body still hasn't taken to the new lung. The doctor is worried that she may never be able to breathe on her own and if she can't breathe on her own. . ."
"What?" I asked when Scott didn't continue. He sighed before slowly looking over at me.
"Then she may never wake up."
My heart dropped into my stomach as an anxiety attack started. "Stiles?" I heard Scott turn towards me but I couldn't breathe. I ran my fingers through my hair, struggling to catch my breath. "Try and calm down. It's going to be okay."
"What if she never wakes up?" I said barely audible. "What if I lose her?"
"Stiles," Scott said, using his alpha voice. "Look at me."
"I can't. . ." I stuttered. "I can't breathe."
I struggled to catch my breath as the door opened. "Mom," I heard Scott say as he jumped up.
"I'm sorry, boys," Melissa said, shakily. "There isn't much we can do. We just have to wait."
My anxiety attack got worse when I heard the despair in Melissa's voice. "Stiles? Honey, are you alright?"
"He's having an anxiety attack," Scott whispered.
"You were using your wolf-hearing thing to listen to what was going on, weren't you?" Melissa sighed again before walking over and kneeling in front of me. "Stiles? I need you to try and look at me."
I tried to breathe, but it came out in small gasps. I sucked in a breath when I felt Melissa grab my hands. I slowly lifted my head, still struggling to breathe.
"Y/N is going to be fine. I promise. We are doing everything we can to help her."
"Not everything," I mumbled as she walked away. I quickly stood up and grabbed Scott.
"When this first happened, you said you would do anything to help Y/N. You even offered to bite her," I said quickly.
"Yeah," Scott said slowly. "What are you. . ."
"She's gotten worse," my voice broke. "So, please Scott. Help her."
* * * * *
We checked the hallway before sneaking into Y/N's room. It's been three days since I asked him to give Y/N the bite. He's repeatedly told me over and over about the risks.
"Are you sure you want me to do this?" Scott asked again.
"Scott," I said, my voice breaking. "Please. What would you do if this was Kira?"
"I'd think about the risks. This could kill her, Stiles. You know that."
"I know," I said, sounding more and more desperate. "But, please. We have to do something. If we don't. . . I can't lose her, Scott."
Scott looked between Y/N and me before sighing. I watched as he walked over to Y/N's bed and sat down in the chair. I held my breath as he slowly grabbed her hand, hesitating before bringing her wrist up to his mouth.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked one last time. I walked over to the other side of Y/N's bed and grabbed her hand that Scott wasn't holding. I looked up at him and nodded, not able to find any words.
Scott sighed before bringing her wrist up to his mouth. I gripped her other hand tighter as he bit her. I cringed as his fangs sunk into Y/N's wrist.
I held my breath, waiting for any sign of Y/N getting better. Scott carefully put Y/N's hand back down, watching her almost as close as I was.
"Her color is coming back," Scott whispered. We didn't look away from Y/N, not even when we heard the door open.
"What are you boys doing?" Melissa asked as she came in and closed the door behind her.
"Scott gave Y/N the bite."
"What?"
I didn't turn around as Melissa started to panic. Luckily, Scott ran over to his mom and explained that he didn't have a choice. Y/N wasn't getting better and there was nothing else we could do.
"The full moon is next week," she said in a hushed voice. "What are you going to do? You don't even know what she will turn into."
"I had to, Mom." Scott sighed.
"I asked him to," I turned around. "You said yourself that she wasn't getting better and I. . . I can't lose Y/N, Melissa."
"I understand that, sweetheart." She sighed as she rubbed my shoulder. "But, what would Y/N say?"'
"She would do whatever it took to save me if the roles were reversed," I said. "And. . . And she'll understand why we couldn't let anything happen to her. Melissa, it was the only way to save her life. We had to try."
"Boys," she sighed. "I know how much you two love Y/N but. . ."
Before she could continue, we heard Y/N start to mumble. All three of us turned towards Y/N and froze as we waited.
"I can't. . . Where. . . Stiles?"
"I'm here, Y/N," I said quickly as I immediately sat in the chair next to her bed. I gently reached forward and grabbed her hand, intertwining our fingers.
I held my breath as she stirred before her eyes finally fluttered open. She groaned as she turned her head towards me. "Stiles?" She mumbled.
"Hi, baby." I smiled as I ran my fingers through her hair.
"What. . . What happened?" She groaned. I looked over my shoulder at Scott and hesitated. "The wendigo. . ."
I looked back over to see Y/N's eyes widen. "He threw me. . ." She looked up at me, her eyes filling with tears.
"You've been in a coma for over a month, babe," I said, my voice slightly breaking. "The doctors weren't sure you'd wake up. . . We didn't have a choice. . . I was going to lose you, Y/N, and I couldn't. . ."
"I gave you the bite," Scott jumped in. "If I didn't. . ."
"We would have lost you," I added. She took a shaky breath as she looked between the two of us.
"It's okay," she said, her voice slightly cracking. "I understand. Thank you."
"Listen, Y/N, everything is going to be okay. I promise. Stiles and I will help you through everything." Scott said, trying to reassure Y/N.
"But we don't even know what I'm going to turn into," she said, her voice breaking. I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze making her look up at me.
"I wasn't sure what would happen to Scott during his first full moon, but I was still there for him. I helped him through everything that happened that night."
"I escaped," Scott mumbled.
"Either way," I said, sending him a glare. "I was there for him every full moon after that. He has gotten it under control and now we are going to help you. No matter what."
"Even if you have to chain me up?" She asked, a single tear sliding down her cheek. I instantly reached forward and caught it with my thumb, my hand lingering on her cheek.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers in a small kiss. I pulled away, slightly smirking at her. "I will help you no matter what, babe. I promise."
* * * * *
Once Scott gave Y/N the bite, she was released from the hospital a couple of days later. Ever since she left the hospital, Scott and I have been going over to check on her every single day.
I walked down the school hallway, both Scott and I on edge. Today was the full moon, meaning it was Y/N's first full moon. There have been no signs of what Y/N will change into. But we'll find out tonight.
"She's scared," Scott whispered as we rounded the corner. We stopped and immediately found Y/N at her locker. She was glancing around as she slowly put her books away.
I left Scott as I jogged down the hallway towards Y/N. When I was almost to her, Y/N turned towards me. I froze when I saw the fear in her eyes. I closed the gap between us and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her tightly into my chest.
"How are you feeling?" I whispered, not pulling out of the hug.
"I don't know," she said, shakily. "I just. . . I don't really feel any different. Scott said he could feel his heart beating faster and his senses stronger his first full moon, but. . ."
Y/N pulled out of the hug, shaking her head. "Hey," I said gently as I reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "It's going to be okay. Scott and I will be there all night."
She looked over my shoulder to see Scott send her a reassuring smile. She took a shaky breath as he walked over to us.
"Everything is going to be okay, Y/N," he tried to reassure her. Instead of saying anything, she just nodded.
After school, like we promised, the three of us headed over to Scott's house. We had convinced her parents to allow her to spend the night, claiming we had a group project. My dad and Scott's mom already knew what was about to happen tonight so we didn't bother lying to them.
Scott and I tried to keep Y/N's mind off of tonight, but we could tell it was useless. Mainly because we were just as on edge and nervous as she was.
I was in the middle of reading the same page in my textbook over and over again when I suddenly heard Y/N suck in a breath. She was staring at her hands, them slightly shaking. I glanced over at Scott just as he nodded.
"Y/N?" I said softly. "Are you alright?" I reached over and gently touched her arm, instantly making her jump. "Babe?"
"I. . . Something. . . I feel weird," she stuttered. Just as she said that, a purple mist started to surround her hands.
Scott and I slightly jumped back when we saw the mist weave between her fingers. "What is that?" Scott whispered.
"I don't know," she stuttered. "But whatever it is, I don't think I'm a werewolf."
I watched as she started to move her hands, the mist moving with her. "I think. . . I think I can control it," she mumbled as she continued to interact with the mist.
"You're a witch."
We jumped at the sudden added voice. When Y/N jumped the purple mist knocked over the lamp on Scott's desk. We looked between Y/N and Derek, trying to understand what he meant.
"What do you mean?" Scott asked as he walked over and picked up the lamp Y/N accidentally knocked over.
"You're right, Y/N," Derek said, coming more into the room. Scott and I subconsciously stepped closer to Y/N. "You're not a werewolf," Derek continued. "You're a witch, a powerful sorceress."
Y/N looked down, the purple magic returning. A soft smile formed on her face as she started moving her hands. "What can I do with it?" She asked, not looking up.
"A lot," was all Derek said.
* * * * *
Since we found out that Y/N was a sorceress, she's been spending more time with Derek. Normally, I would hate the idea of her spending time with him, but he was helping her learn how to use her magic so I didn't have much of a choice.
The next full moon, Derek was helping Y/N. She asked Scott and I not to come just in case something happened. She said she wanted us safe, but I felt uneasy leaving her at Derek's loft.
"She's fine," Scott sighed when I had zoned off again. We were trying to finish our homework but I kept getting distracted. I sent him a hesitant smile before turning back to my books.
Not ten minutes later, my phone started ringing. I reached for it and instantly answered it when I saw Y/N's name.
"Hey, babe. How's it going?"
"Stiles?" Her voice broke making my heart jump into my throat. I quickly put my phone on speaker and looked up at Scott.
"Y/N, I'm here. Is everything okay?"
"No," she said, her voice breaking. "I can't. . . I can't control it. . . Stiles, please. You have to help me."
"Where's Derek?" Scott asked.
"He. . . He chained me up and left."
"He left you?" I asked through my teeth.
"He thought it would train me. He said something about forcing me to learn control."
"I'm going to kill him," I mumbled.
"Where are you, Y/N?" Scott asked, sending me a look.
"I'm at his loft," she said, her voice breaking. "Stiles, please hurry. I can't. . . I can't control this."
"We're on our way, babe. Just hang on," I said quickly.
After I hung up, Scott and I jumped in my Jeep and quickly drove to Derek's loft. When we got there, we instantly jumped out and ran upstairs. We didn't bother to knock before opening the door. My heart jumped into my throat when I saw Y/N, over by the window, tied to his staircase. I looked down and instantly saw the purple magic flowing around her hands.
"I am going to kill him," I said through my teeth as I ran over to Y/N.
"No!" She yelled, cowering away from me.
"Y/N," I stuttered as I froze a few steps away from her.
"Please, Stiles. . . I don't want to hurt you." She said, her eyes filling with tears.
"You're not going to hurt us," Scott said as he took a hesitant step towards her. He instantly stepped back when he saw her try and move away from us again.
"I can't control it," she stuttered. "And if I can't control it. . . I don't want to hurt you guys."
"Y/N," I said gently as I knelt in front of her. She instantly tried to move away from me.
"Stiles," she said under her breath. "I can't do this," she started to panic.
"Y/N, breathe. Just take a deep breath. Close your eyes and slow your heart rate. You aren't going to hurt me."
"But Derek said in order to control it. . ."
"Forget about Derek," I interrupted her. "Focus on me."
She looked up at me and didn't move as I slowly got closer to her. I smiled at her as I knelt down and reached forward, instantly untying her hands. As I did so, I heard her suck in a breath. The second her hands were free, the magic started dancing around my hands as well as her's.
"Stiles," she said under her breath.
"It's okay," I whispered as I intertwined our fingers.
"But I. . ."
"Y/N, just breathe. It's going to be okay. You aren't going to hurt me."
"Stiles." My name got caught in her throat as her purple magic got brighter.
"Y/N, there's something I learned from being the Nogitsune that I think can help you?"
"What?" She stuttered.
"It's that control," I sighed, "is overrated."
"I'm scared," she stuttered, looking between Scott and me.
"I was too," Scott said as he knelt down next to us. "I was terrified, but Stiles helped me. We know you, Y/N. We know you would never hurt us."
"But. . ."
I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers. Our hands were still intertwined as we slowly started moving our lips in sync. Y/N pulled away from the kiss and leaned her forehead against mine. I gave her hands a gentle squeeze as she took a shaky breath.
"See?" I whispered, making her open her eyes and lean back. She looked down at our hands before looking up at me, a small smile on her face.
"All you needed was an anchor," Scott said, laughing slightly. "All you needed was Stiles."
Y/N looked over at Scott and smiled, a blush rising to her cheeks. "Thank you," she whispered. "Both of you."
"Like I said, control," I started before leaning in and pressing my lips to hers. I felt her smile into the kiss as our lips moved in sync.
I pulled away and leaned my forehead against hers. I heard her let out a small giggle as she finished, "is overrated."