Summary: His skin was slick with a red substance that wasn't supposed to be one the outside of his skin but on the inside. Warnings inside.
Warnings: Very sad Sterek. Death fic. Very disturbing themes.
His skin was slick with a red substance that wasn't supposed to be one the outside of his skin but on the inside. Derek however just gripped his hand the best he could, even as his hand slipped this way and that every few seconds. It was only because he was wearing jeans that he wasn't slipping around in the tub as well.
"I'm sorry." a voice said in barely a whisper. Derek ran his had through his short hair. Stiles head was in his lap, his blood filling Derek's jeans. The coppery scent filled the entire bathroom. Stiles's eyes were barely open, but were staring at him, with so much pain so much heartbreak.
"Sh...don't talk...they'll be here soon." by they he meant the ambulance, he had called them minutes ago, which seemed like ages ago when he had first walked into the bathroom and found Stiles naked covered in blood that was streaming from his wrists. Stiles grip on his hand was getting weaker and Derek reflexively tightened his, like it would stop Stiles from fading away.
He could hear the siren now, but he also could hear that it was still several miles away. Tears started to fall down his face as he began to fear that they wouldn't get here in time, that he might have to watch Stiles the love of his life die. He didn't even know why? He thought they were doing great. The beginning of their relationship had taken everyone including themselves by surprise, but they had both fell into the relationship very quickly. He thought things were going great. How could he have not seen what was going on with Stiles? Stiles breathing started to get more short. Derek shook his head.
"No. No. Stiles you can't do this to me." Stiles mouth made a
"S." sound but he wasn't able to say anymore since breathing became more important for his body then talking and even that he wasn't doing too good on. The ambulance was still miles away when Stiles stopped breathing. Derek moved out from underneath him and started on CPR, hoping to at least keep him breathing until the paramedics came. He compressed his chest, in his fervor to save Stiles life he used a little more force then necessary and broke one of his ribs. Which made him stop for a moment, before he remembered sometimes that happened even with normal humans and he started back up again.
He kept doing CPR until the ambulance came to the house and he heard unfamiliar footsteps on the stairs. He kept going until the EMT's took over, and started throwing medical jargon around that he didn't understand. All he could hear was the fact that Stiles's heart wasn't beating. The EMT's seemed to quickly catch onto this fact, he could hear the paddles being charged and watched as Stiles body convulsed. No heart beat, he knew even before he heard one of EMT's said it aloud. They charged the paddles again and hit him with them. Derek listened closely for a heartbeat, only for it to not show up.
Derek found himself backing up against the nearest wall and falling down aginst it, not for a moment taking his eyes off Stiles. Another charge, same result, it was slowly started to fill his mind that everything he had done might not be enough to save him. He watched the EMT's as they turned off the machine and started putting everything away. No, some part of his mind refused, no, Stiles couldn't be dead. One of the EMT's left the room and the other came up to him. He seemed like a nice enough guy but Derek already hated him, because he knew what the guy was going to tell him.
"I'm sorry for your loss." he said sympathetically then turned and left. Derek looked to Stiles, who was still covered in blood, tears falling from his eyes in streams. He didn't understand, that was the worst part of it. He didn't understand, he moved along the ground using his arms and legs until he made his way over to Stiles. He put his hand over Stiles mouth hoping to feel warm air coming from it, even though he could hear that Stiles wasn't breathing. He moved his hand up to Stiles short hair and run his hand through it a few times as more tears streamed from his eyes. He sobbed several times before asking.
"Why? I don't understand Stiles why did you do this?" Stiles said nothing.