"Tell me where it hurts"
Lydia shook her head and breathed heavily, the concrete was cool on her cheek as she lay on her side curled up into a protective ball.
"Hey Lyds c'mon I need to know where you're hurt" Stiles pushed, gripping her hand tightly as he knelt beside her on the floor.
"It doesn't matter" she groaned, struggling to sit up
He gently pushed her back down "Are you kidding me? I've just found you passed out on the floor and you're covered in blood! Lydia, we're not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong so I can fix it!"
The strawberry blonde smiled despite herself as Stiles panicked.
"Will you please calm down, you're making my head hurt" she told him gently
"Your head? Lydia head injuries are serious!" Stiles chided, brushing his thumb over her forehead
"It's a headache Stiles" she moaned "There's no damage to my head"
"Will you just tell me?" he pleaded "Lydia?"
The girl was looking up at him, focusing on his brown eyes as they scanned her worriedly.
"Stiles, I can handle it, I'll be okay, go find the others, make sure they're safe"
He shook his head as she spoke "Lyds if you think I'm leaving you then you're crazy, I'm not going anywhere…what's going on?"
She sighed and sat up, ignoring his protests for her not to move.
"I know you Stilinski, you pass out at the sight of blood okay? So you need to go and find the others, and let me deal with this, because if I'm hurt and you're unconscious we're no good to anyone"
He stared at her, his jaw dropped slightly "Are you serious?" he asked quietly, his voice cracking
"What?"
"Lydia, I don't care if you're freaking bleeding like Niagara Falls, if you're hurt there is no way in hell I'm leaving your side…I thought after all these years you would know that by now"
She chewed on her lower lip, uncertain, but he fixed her with a firm gaze and so she carefully rolled up the sleeve on her left arm.
There was a gash along her forearm, which was still bleeding steadily, caused from the claws of one of the wolves that had attacked her.
"You doing okay?" she asked teasingly as Stiles gently held onto her, studying the injury
"Isn't that my line?" he chuckled, resting her arm on his knees as he ripped the hem from his top.
"You making a fashion statement?" Lydia winced, shuddering slightly as pain overwhelmed her.
Stiles stared at her in concern "No, I'm making a bandage" He quickly wrapped the material round her arm to stop the bleeding.
"Wow" Lydia said sleepily "I'm impressed"
"Thanks" Stiles chuckled "You okay to stand?"
"As long as you don't suddenly run off and leave me"
He held her steady, casting a glance over her paling face, bleeding arm and tousled hair. He pressed his lips to her temple, his arm winding round her waist to hold her upright.
"Never" he whispered "I'll never leave you"