My first shot at a fanfic, so be gentle.
I own nothing.
AN ALPHA ATTACK
Chapter One
He was slipping in and out of conciseness. Every part of his body felt like it was on fire. He could barely see. It was like he was in a tunnel and his vision was spotted. He could barely make out the words he was hearing but he could tell they were Derek's.
"SCOTT! I'm telling you right now, you can't fall asleep. If you sleep, your wounds will not heal as quickly and you'll bleed to death." said Derek.
"Oh my god Derek. There's so much blood." Said Stiles.
"Shut up Stiles. Scott, stay with me."
While Scott could hear (just barely) what Derek was saying, it was so hard not to give in to his exhaustion. He hurt so bad he wanted to die. The last thing he remembers was Deucalion saying he was much too powerful to live. He couldn't put up much of a struggle against Deucalion and a few hunters he convinced to team up with him because Scott was a "threat." He doesn't even remember Derek showing up let alone rescuing him. All he knows is the familiar and agonizing feeling of wolfsbane bullets and the claw marks of an alpha all over his body.
"All right Scott. We just have to get you to Deaton then you can sleep. But until then I need you to STAY WITH ME." He started using his alpha voice when he realized Scott was starting to pass out again. "Stiles, help me carry him to the jeep. We have to get him there A.S.A.P."
"Okay, I got him."
"Cradle his head. He's got enough injuries already. You still with me Scott?"
All he got was a whine in response.
"Good."
Derek got in the jeep and sped off towards the animal clinic.
"Careful Derek. Jesus!" Stiles yelled when Derek rounded a particularly sharp corner.
Scott hit his head on Stiles's thigh and let out a high pitched whine that sounded very wolfish and made Stiles want to cry.
"Hurry up Derek!"
"We're here." He quickly clambered out of the car to get Scott's limp body out of the back seat and hurry him inside.
Chapter 2
I still own nothing.
"I need you to tell me exactly what happened." Deaton said.
"He howled as soon as he knew it was a trap. But it was cut short by a wolfsbane bullet to his lung. That's how I knew I had to get there. But when I did, he already was covered in claw marks with 3 bullets-one in his lung, one in his leg, and one in his lower back."
"Okay. Scott are you still awake?"
No response.
"We have to do this quickly. Derek, grab the Velcro straps from in the top drawer. We're going to have to strap him down."
Stiles's eyes widened. They got Scott laid down on the table and strapped.
"Derek, comfort him. Betas always seek comfort from their alphas."
Deaton shoved the antidote into the first bullet wound. Scott howled in pain and trashed and his bindings as Derek tried to calm him down and Stiles was in the corner on the verge of tears. The second and third bullet wounds also caused bloodcurdling screams and high pitched whines. Deaton then covered up the scratches and bruises with band aids and told Derek they could take him home.
"The only thing I worry about is where the bullet pierced his lung. Its not healing right and it might make his breathing difficult."
"We'll monitor it. Thank you." Replied Derek.
Derek picked Scott up off the table and was surprised when Scott's arms latched on around his neck and stuck his nose in the crook. Scott was barely conscious the whole way home aside from the occasional groan or whine. When they made it to Scott's place, Derek laid him down on the bed, only to be startled by the fact Scott wouldn't let go. So he climbed in next to him, since it was either Stiles or Derek and Stiles would toss and turn too much. Stiles found a place on the chair next to Scott's bed and quickly fell asleep. Derek fell asleep too with his hand resting on Scott's upper back, only to be awoken what felt like minutes later only to find Scott wasn't breathing.