Derek heard the gun go off, but surprisingly felt no pain. His ears picked up on a strained gasp from Stiles. Derek's blood turned to ice as the boy in front of him stumbled and fell. He rushed forward as Stiles started gasping for air, dropping over him to get a good look at the wound. There was a large red stain blossoming over his shirt. The hunter that had shot the gun was just standing there in shock at the two of them.

"Stiles! Stiles! Look at me!"

Derek's voice was frantic as he grabbed the boy's shoulders.

"Stiles!"

His eyes snapped open and fixated on Derek, narrowed in pain. Derek's hand slipped under Stiles's neck as he started to pick him up. At the pained gasp that came from the younger boy, Derek froze.

"Don't. Don't, that hurts," Stiles whimpered.

Derek looked up at the hunter that was still staring in shock. He let out a low, warning growl when he heard the gun being cocked again.

"Call an ambulance before I rip your throat out," Derek growled.

Derek dropped his attention back to Stiles and slid a hand down to put pressure on the boy's chest.

"You're gonna be okay," Derek told him.

"Derek- that hurts."

"I know. I know."

Stiles whimpered and Derek closed his eyes. He moved his hand away from Stiles's chest to cup the side of his face as he leaned closer.

"Stiles, hang on," Derek whispered as he heard the hunter asking for an ambulance.

"Trying."

"I know."

Derek continued holding him carefully, trying to keep Stiles calm so that he wouldn't bleed quicker.

"ETA is ten minutes," the hunter told Derek.

"Leave before I kill you," the alpha hissed as Stiles shifted beneath him in obvious pain.

The hunter stood there for a moment longer before walking away quickly. He listened to the fading footsteps for a few seconds and then turned his gaze back to Stiles's quickly paling face.

"Hey, stay awake."

The hazel eyes started to close, so Derek dropped one of his hands down to Stiles's chest, digging his fingers in slightly. The eyes snapped back open and Stiles let out a pained gasp.

"Ow!"

"Stay awake!"

"Okay, asshole."

Derek could hear the sirens approaching their location, so he started to pull Stiles into a sitting position. Fingers clutched at his jacket, so he stopped trying to move Stiles.

"Stop moving me," Stiles complained, screwing his eyes shut.

He didn't miss the way Stiles's heart rate picked up after skipping a beat.

"Okay, alright."

Derek placed his hands back on either side of Stiles's face and closed his own eyes. He focused for a few moments as he started to draw Stiles's pain away. There was a small sigh of relief and then he went limp beneath Derek. A wave of panic engulfed the alpha until he realized that he could hear Stiles breathing and his heart beating.

Shortly after Stiles passed out, the ambulance arrived. The alpha was not surprised to find the Sheriff's car chasing the ambulance.

"What the hell happened to my son!?"

Derek allowed the older man to shoved him up against the car as Stiles was loaded onto the stretcher.

"We were attacked and Stiles got shot," Derek explained as calmly as he could manage.

"Get in the car."

"Yes sir."