BASED ON THE PINTREST PROMPT "I'm dying, let me have cake." "You're not dying." "Well, let me have cake anyway!"

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Stiles watched the warehouse from the front window of Derek's black car, shoving a handful of curly fries into his mouth, much to the annoyance of the werewolf.

"Do you have to eat those in my ear?" He questioned, taking a sip from his water.

"I'm sorry, where else am I gonna eat during a stakeout, Derek? My house where my dad is leaving tomorrow and thinks I'm with Scott for the next month?"

"I was thinking more like the backseat, but if you wanna go home, then fine." Derek insisted, about to shift the car into gear when the human grabbed his wrist.

"No, I wanna stay. I'll just move to the backseat." Stiles insisted, opening the car door to move seats when Derek saw the warehouse door open.

"Stiles." He hissed. "Stiles, get back here." He tried to grab the teen's jacket, but failed.

Then the gun shots started.

Derek dove out of the driver's seat, knowing he could take more bullets then Stiles could, wolfsbane or not, but he was too late.

The human was laying on the pavement, a arm over his stomach, and groaning softly.

Derek slowly lifted the teen in his arm, running to get him into the car. He felt one or two bullets graze his skin before he got Stiles into the car, lifting him into the passenger seat. He slammed the car door shut, shifted it into gear, and drove as fast as possible.

After losing whoever shot at them, Derek pulled over onto the side of the road to grab a few towels out of the trunk. When he had returned, he had to shake the teen to wake him up enough.

"Here. Put pressure on that so you don't die of blood loss before I get you some help." He insisted, handing the teen the towels, making sure he held them on his stomach.

Stiles chuckled out of his pain filled, blood loss state, stuttering slightly on his words as he managed to put enough pressure on his stomach.

"D-derek helping out the i-itty bitty human. Who w-would've guessed?"

"I just don't want you to die on me. That's something I don't need." He said, not looking back at the younger boy. "By the way, I'm not making it a habit."

"P-please. You like m-me." Stiles grinned whilst the werewolf pulled the car off the road.

"I can tolerate you." Derek told him, speed dialing Scott and pressing the phone to his ear.

"I'll take w-what I can get."

After the first three rings, the phone was finally picked up by the younger werewolf.

"Hey Derek. Just closing up the animal clinic now. How's the stakeout going?"

"Well, it went and failed. We couldn't see who has been shooting up Beacon Hills with wolfsbane bullets, but they did shoot Stiles, so stay at the clinic and call Deaton back there. We're closer to it then the hospital."

"Got it. Tell Stiles to stay awake. I'm gonna call Deaton." Scott told the older werewolf and the human.

"See you." Derek insisted, hanging up the phone, before turning to the human. "Scott said stay awake. We'll be at the animal clinic in ten minutes."

"T-talk to me. It's the o-only way I'll stay a-awake." Stiles managed, losing pressure on the towels.

Derek reached over with his right arm, pressing the towels against his stomach, trying to figure out what he could say to the teen not only to keep him awake, but also to take his mind off of what was going on.

"You know...there's a new panda at the zoo."

Stiles chuckled, a grin lighting up his whole face.

"Y-you are r-really bad at s-starting conversatiohis .. I feel bad for when you f-finally get a g-girlfriend."

"For your information, I've had a girlfriend before." Derek sneered.

"L-like who? Kate A-argent?"

"Yes, Kate." Derek insisted, not wanting to bring up Paige.

"I bet if she w-wasn't dead and evil, y-you w-would be married...m-maybe have some little D-dereks and Kates running around..." Stiles trailed off, still grinning slightly.

"Alright, enough of my love life for the night, Mister I can't get Lydia's attention."

"H-hey! Stay out of t-that." Stiles insisted, glaring at Derek while the blood soaked towels slid off of his stomach.

"You keep pressure on that." Derek told him, reaching over a second time to slide the towels up overt the gunshot wound. "You'll bleed out otherwise."

Stiles wrapped his arms around the towels tightly, hissing as he did so.

"And I will stick my nose into your business or otherwise you'll get hurt. Like you've demonstrated very well."

"Y-you're being m-mean, Derek. I-if you remember, I'm t-the one who got you out of j-jail."

"Yeah, but you and Scott put me in jail!" Derek yelled, pulling into the parking lot of the animal clinic, and turning off the car.

He went to the passenger seat to get Stiles out, but noticed his head was slightly tilted to the side. Fearing the worse, the werewolf opened the car door, unbuckled the seatbelt and lifted the human into his arms bridal style, while still holding the towels against his stomach.

Closing the door with his foot, he ran up to the door just as a second car pulled up, with Deaton in it.

"Oh, thank god." Derek sighed in relief when he saw the veterinarian closing his car door and the younger werewolf holding the door open. Deaton went in front of them, Derek practically running as fast as possible, laying the now unconscious Stiles on the table.

"Scott, can you go get the disinfectant wipes, a scapel, bandages, new towels, tweezers and the supplies for stitches?"

The younger werewolf nodded, running towards the cabinets and pulling out the various supplies while Deaton lifted the now bloody shirt up so he could look at the wound fully, Derek grasping onto Stiles' hand the entire time, sucking the pain from his body with large black veins.

"Watch how much of that you take in, Derek. That can seriously hurt you if you can't burn it off." Deaton insisted, wiping enough blood off the wound to see where the teen had been shot. "This was wolfsbane?"

"I think so. I'm not sure if it was some random criminal or the person who's been shooting up Beacon Hills."

Deaton nodded when Scott finally came over, holding all the things he had requested.

"Thank you, Scott. Switch off with Derek."

Scott walked over, grabbing his unconscious friend's hand and started taking the pain where Derek had once been.

...

"And, he should be fine. The stitches should heal in three weeks, the poison should have no more effects on him, and since it's summer, he doesn't have school. I'm gonna keep him here tonight, just to be safe. As long as he doesn't rip the stitches or doesn't eat anything too rough on his stomach for awhile, he should be fine. Scott, can you stay with him?" Deaton questioned, washing his hands.

"Yeah. I just have to text my mom." He insisted, pulling out his phone while the vet started to leave.

"If you need anything, call me. He should be fine though. Goodnight." He told them, leaving the clinic.

"Night." The two werewolves called after him in sync.

"You can go, Derek." Scott told him, pocketing the phone while staring at the still unconscious Stiles.

"No, I'm pretty sure he'll be mad if I saved his life and then just left."

"Alright, but I'm pretty sure it's gonna be a long night." Scott warned.

...

It was indeed a long night.

Twenty minutes after the veterinarian had left, Derek and Scott were discussing all the possible suspects of who was shooting up Beacon Hills in the waiting room when they both heard a groan from the human laying on the metal examination table.

Fearing the worse, the two both bolted in there, only to see a confused and in pain Stiles trying to sit up with a arm wrapped around his stomach.

"W-what's going on?" He whimpered, being gently laid back down on the table by the two werewolves.

"Relax." Derek insisted soothingly, trying to calm the teen's more jumpy then usual nerves. "We were staking out and you were injured. I brought you here cause we were closer to here then the hospital, but you're not in immediate danger unless you rip the stitches in your stomach. OK?"

Stiles nodded, still being slightly slow, before closing his eyes, relaxing.

"Can I get some water?"

"Sure." Scott insisted, patting his best friend on the shoulder before going over to the small break room.

"Derek?" Stiles whispered, opening his pain filled eyes to make contact with the older male.

"What is it, Stiles?"

"Thank you, for saving my life. Besides Scott, Melissa and my dad, no one I know would've done that. I know you can only tolerate me, but thanks for not leaving me behind and driving away. I really appreciate it."

Derek chuckled, gently patting Stiles on the shoulder.

"You're welcome, but my tolerance for you has grown slightly tonight."

"Yay." Stiles cheered, clearing out his throat just as Scott came back with the white foam cup.

"Derek, can you go behind him and prop him up enough so he doesn't choke on the water?"

"Sure." The alpha responded, gently wrapping his hands around the human's armpits, propping him against his chest whilst the younger werewolf tipped the cup into his mouth.

After Stiles was done, they laid him back down. Derek wrapped his hand around his hand, black veins starting to trickle up his arms, and Scott asked probably the worst question to ask any teenager.

"Do you need anything else?"

"I'm dying. Can I have cake?" The human questioned, looking up at the two werewolves.

"You're not dying." The yellow eyed beta insisted, grabbing a chair that was propped against the wall, before moving it to sit beside his best friend's head.

"Well, let me have cake anyway!" He insisted, starting to sit up in order to make a point, but the older werewolf yanked him back down, still holding his hand from taking his pain.

"You stop that. There is no way in hell I'm going through that stress again, and no offense to Baby Beta, but I don't trust him to stitch you up correctly."

"Okay. One, rude, and two, don't call me Baby Beta! I'm older then all three of your betas!" The younger werewolf protested, standing up to glare at Derek.

"Yeah, by like 11 months. At the most." The human grinned, and his best friend stopped glaring at Derek to glare at him.

"Go back to sleep, Stiles."

"Okay, Night." Stiles shifted, trying to get comfortable on the metal table, before closing his eyes.

The beta and alpha took the hint, going back into the waiting room, shutting the light off as well.

...

Two hours later, Scott was completely asleep when Derek heard the slight whimper from the human in the other room, and in order not to wake Scott, he slowly walked into the examination room, where the teen had a arm wrapped around his stomach, and tears slowly running down his cheeks.

"Stiles?" Derek whispered, almost causing him to jump out of his skin, before using his other arm to wipe the tears on the sleeve.

"Hey, Derek. I-its pretty late, maybe you should go back to bed."

"Can't sleep." The alpha lied through his teeth, sitting in the chair that Scott had been sitting in earlier, before taking Stiles' hand in his, slowly sucking the pain from his body, evident of the black veins trickling up his arms.

"It's not that bad." Stiles insisted, starting to take his hand from the alpha's, but Derek kept holding on.

"Would you let me be nice to you for once? Just go back to sleep."

"Fine, bossy." The human snorted, before laying back down, closing his eyes, uttering something that only a werewolf could hear. "Thanks."

"No problem." Derek whispered back, smiling at the now sleeping, and snoring, teen.