Chapter 4
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One moment Scott felt the relief of the poison burning away from his system and in the next moment he felt dread and grief so intense that he forgot to breathe and his brain went offline. When finally the words said by Stiles made some sort of sense, Scott was besides his best friend in an instant. The lack of breathing and heartbeat from Stiles brought tears to Scott's eyes.
"No. No. No. No. Stiles! Don't you dare do this to me! I won't let you die on my behalf." And with that Scott started chest compressions. When, even after three rounds of compressions and breathing for his friend did not yield any new results, Scott gave an ear piercing howl; a howl, loud, filled with despair and grief. But unlike the other howls that Scott let out whilst being trapped in the mountain ash ring, this howl was returned by his betas, his pack. That gave Scott a renewed burst of hope that he wasn't alone, that help was on its way. He just had to keep the compressions going and keep breathing for his friend until help arrived.
He remembered how Derek managed to save Cora from the brink of death and tried the same with Stiles. He didn't care if he lost his Alpha powers like Derek did or lost his life; he just had to bring Stiles back to him, alive and breathing but there was no pain to take. Stiles's body wasn't feeling any pain currently as he wasn't technically 'alive'.
Scott, in his desperation and out of ideas continued with the compressions with added force, nearly punching Stiles in his chest.
"Five...Six...Seven...eight...breathe damn it." Scott's near constant tears fell on Stiles's face. Scott compressed so hard he heard a rib crack followed by the most beautiful sound of Stiles's inhale and a slow beat of his heart. Scott let out a relieved breath and hugged his friend for dear life. Relief was making him dizzy.
"Sc—o—tt." Stiles murmured.
"Yes Stiles, I'm here. I'm taking you to the hospital buddy and you're going to be fine." Scott said looking Stiles in the eye, with a huge watery smile on his face.
He took some of Stiles's pain away and wondered if he should continue with taking away all of his pain and in turn healing him or take him to a hospital where Stiles would receive top notch care by professionals who knew what they were doing unlike him, who didn't know if he would be able to take away all of Stiles's pain in his current condition. The wolfsbane poison has just left his system and his three bullet wounds were on its way healing, not completely healed. He was currently not at a hundred percent and any further delay to help Stiles would be detrimental. He would happily take all of Stiles's pain if it guaranteed his friend's survival. Derek had Peter to guide him through the process of healing Cora while he had only heard of how Derek managed it once and that too in the short, brief way that is Derek Hale's trademark. He can't risk his friend's life to trial and error. He will try and help Stiles if required, when he's fully healed and there's no chance of him screwing this up. He didn't care if he lost his Alpha status and his power. Stiles was worth that sacrifice.
Scott took some more of his friend's pain and gathered him in his arms. He could hear sirens in the distance now. He hoped that they were from an ambulance heading towards them. Maybe the pack, after returning his howl, called for help. If not, he just had to carry Stiles to the edge of the preserve where he could receive cell service and call for help or drive Stiles in his jeep to the hospital.
Stiles's eyes were closed. His head resting against Scott's chest; his breathing shallow; heart rate dropping slowly. "Hold on buddy, help's on its way." Scott said adjusting the precious cargo in his arms and starting his run towards the edge of the preserve and Stiles's jeep.
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