Chapter 6

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Scott had Stiles in his arms when he reached the edge of the preserve and Stiles's jeep. He stumbled in relief when he spotted Liam heading towards him followed closely by Malia. Liam helped steady Scott while Malia effortlessly lifted Stiles in her arms. Scott protested, unwilling to give up his precious burden but agreed when his legs gave out and the only reason he was vertical was due to Liam's steady hold on him.

Malia lowered Stiles carefully on the ground and said, "Ambulance is on it's way along with the Sheriff and Lydia." The sound of sirens could be heard in distance, growing nearer with each passing second. Scott sat down along with Stiles and Malia. Stiles had lost consciousness again. He was still breathing though, but it was getting shallower as time passed by; his heartbeat was growing weaker. They had to hurry. Scott started to drain some of Stiles's pain to help him while simultaneously applying pressure to his bullet wound which had started bleeding again after he had used his spark.

"What happened Scott?" Liam asked finally.

"We were attacked by hunters. They...They shot us. They shot Stiles." Scott said tears shining in his eyes.

Malia growled, her eyes shining blue. "Did you kill them?"

"No. I couldn't. They trapped me in a mountain ash circle and shot me with wolfsbane bullets and they hurt Stiles and I couldn't do anything." Scott said reliving how helpless he felt just some time ago. "They left us to die and said that they would come back again to finish off my pack."

"I'll kill them before that." Malia said trying to get up and track the hunters scent.

"You won't be able to track them. They used a spell to hide themselves."

Malia growled but any further action was prevented by the arrival of the Sheriff, Lydia and the paramedics.

"Stiles! Oh God son." Noah Stilinski ran towards his son's unconscious form. Lydia joined the rest of the pack, tears in her eyes.

The next few minutes were a blur. The paramedics worked quickly, throwing stats at each other, inserting various machines and tubes, loading Stiles on a backboard and heading towards the hospital.

Scott does not know how he got here, but he's at the hospital, waiting outside of the operating theatre that Stiles was taken to. He does not know how much time has passed but when he blinks he finds his mom, in a nurse's uniform looking worriedly at him.

"Mom." His voice breaks and he hugs Melissa tightly and cries on her shoulder. "It's ok sweetie. Stiles is in good hands. The doctors are doing all they can. Everything will be alright." She guides Scott to a room where Dr. Deaton and Chris Argent are waiting for him.

Scott tells them both what had happened so far and he gives the names of the two hunters to Argent who tells him that the matter will be dealt with. After Chris takes their leave, Scott explains in as much detail as he could about how Stiles used his spark to save their lives.

Deaton examines Scott as says, "Stiles did an excellent job given the circumstances. He gave you both a fighting chance. I am however worried about what it must have done to his already injured body. Mr. Stilinski is a novice and this spell takes a lot out of you. Stiles managed to expel a lot of the poison out of your body, however, there is still some wolfsbane remaining in your system which is preventing you from healing completely." Deaton said pointing towards the slowly spreading black veins.

Scott looks dumbly at them. His body is numb, his mind is only concentrated on Stiles. He's not aware of the poison slowly spreading through his body again. He's not sure what to do. He wants this day and this nightmare to be over with. He wants to be besides his best friend and most importantly he wants to know that Stiles will be alright.

"Scott honey? Let Dr. Deaton help you." Melissa says when she sees the lost expression on her son.

Scott just nods. Deaton produces some wolfsbane from his pack and proceeds to burn them. He applies the ash to Scott's still unhealed wounds and watches as the skin binds itself and proceeds to heal itself. The poison leaving his body makes Scott's mind clearer. He heads back to his place outside of the operating theatre where Stiles was taken to. He sits in between the Sheriff and Lydia and waits for any news on Stiles's condition.

TBC.

I am about to wrap this story. Just one or two more chapters to go. How serious do you want Stiles's condition to be?

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