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He wasn't breathing, his heart wasn't beating. and his lips were blue and those were both very bad signs. There was only one thing Derek could do to help him. He opened Stiles mouth and checked for any obstruction, then opened his air way. He was a little surprised that he still remembered how to do this, since most of the first aid he had done in the last ten years had been for werewolves which was a whole different beast. He put that out of his mind as he breathed into Stiles mouth, and then worked on compressing his chest trying to do it hard enough to be effective, but not so hard that he ended up killing him with his werewolf strength. He finished up a set of chest compressions and breathed again into Stiles's mouth and got back to chest compression.
Now he was even more worried. What if he was too late? What if he had taken too long to find him? He had to have been less then 30 seconds behind Stiles. The only way Stiles could already be not breathing was if had purposely or accidentally swallowed water. Since Derek didn't any sign of trauma and the fact that Stiles had jumped off the bridge in the first place made it very likely that Stiles had been trying to kill himself. He couldn't seem to wrap his mind around that. Stiles humor was sometimes dark humor, but most of the time Stiles was the brightest of all of them about this whole thing. Was Stiles just good at pretending?
Regardless of what he was thinking of, his body still worked on Stiles body. He was starting to think it had been too long and that he was really too late, when suddenly Stiles heart beat started again and Stiles's eyes flew open, Derek remembered and turned Stiles onto his side as he starting vomit the lake water out of his system. Derek stared at Stiles's back as he continued to expelled the lake water. He had no idea what to do, he had never really much good at connecting with people emotionally, because every time he had tried to do it in the past it had always ended in heartache. But he was pretty sure that people who tired to commit suicide needed to be told nice fluffy things so that they didn't try to do it again, unfortunately what came out of his mouth was neither light or fluffy but accusing.
"What the hell were you trying to do?" he demanded. Stiles looked at him, then looked away. Derek kicked himself he had all the subtlety of a talking mime. Maybe he should call someone who wouldn't screw this up. Derek reached for his phone only to remember that thankfully it was in the jacket, he had throw off before going in after Stiles, but unfortunately that meant it was also up on the bridge. He looked between the bridge and Stiles. What if Stiles tried to drown himself again while he was getting his phone?
"Stiles." trying for gentle but it still came out much more rougher then he intended, Stiles flinched but didn't look away from the sand on the beach.
"I'm going to grab my jacket, I'll be back in a moment." he hesitated then decided to add "stay here." Stiles didn't look up from his spot on the sand. Derek stared at Stiles for a long moment, then used his werewolf speed to get the bridge as soon as possible, and then back to the sand where thankfully Stiles was still staring at the sand. "Good." Derek muttered under his breath.
Derek realized how wet Stiles was, not that Derek wasn't any less wet then Stiles, but he was a werewolf and he had a natural heat that was always with him. Plus weren't you supposed to give blankets to trauma victims? It had been awhile since he had watched TV, seeing as none of his previous places since he had moved back to Beacon Hills had had them. He shook his head clearing it and thought about throwing his jacket to Stiles but since Stiles was not at all paying any attention Derek decided that that probably wouldn't be a good idea. Instead he walked over to Stiles and tapped him on the shoulder. Stiles jerked and looked at him for moment before looking back down at the sand. He noticed some light trembling and wondered if Stiles was shivering from the cold, or if it was because of the fact that Stiles had nearly killed himself.
He thrust his jacket in Stiles's direction and said.
"Take it."Stiles looked up at him for a moment then back at the sand. Derek was not the person for this job, he was not a patient person and he had a lot of trouble comforting people. Derek found himself growling annoyed, then took a deep breath. This was definitely not his forte. He grit his teeth and draped the jacket over Stiles shoulders and walked away several feet. Close enough that he could see Stiles and if he tried to make his way back to the water he could easily stop him, but far enough away that Stiles wouldn't be able to overhear the conversation that was about to take place. He took his phone out and dialed the familiar number. It took 4 rings before the phone was answered by a groggy sleep filled voice.
"Hello." Scott said.
"Scott we have a problem."
"What's going on?" Scott asked more alertly. Derek looked down at Stiles who was still staring at the ground. He knew that he should come out with a way to break it easier to him, but he wasn't really good at the whole breaking it to someone easily thing so he just came out and said it.
"Stiles tried to kill himself."
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