"Hey, hey." He rushed over to her, cupping her face in his hands, seeing her eyes getting heavy again. "You've got to stay awake, I cant go through that again. Please."
"When did you put that in there?" Rosie replied, ignoring him as she lifted up the piece of paper.
"Earlier, but you're gonna read that later, without a load of blood on it." Stiles held her hand in his, taking the note from her hand and putting it in his own pocket. Once he did, he kept applying pressure to her wound, like Scott had done."We just need to focus on getting you healed."
A wail from Stilinski, caught Stiles' attention, creating him to be in a sticky situation. Would he help his father or stay with Rosie, making sure she would stay awake? He chose the latter though the hissing from the Kanima didn't fuel his decision with certainty.
"You need...to help him." Her hands went out from under his and took them off her wound, like Scotts, but he refused and instantly put them back.
"I'm not going anywhere, ever. Okay?" Stiles crouched down so she could see how serious he was right now in his eyes, keeping eye contact.
She obliged and kept her hands on top of his, laying on her body. Another rush of pain came from inside her wound, making her flinch as she compressed her wails in order to help those around her and not getting them involved with her.
"Get it out." Rosie spoke with gritted teeth from the abundance of pain, ordering Stiles, though he didn't comprehend what she was saying. "You have to get the...the bullet out."
"I uh, I cant do that. Rosie, Im not prepared for this. I wanna help you, trust me I really do, but I... I cant do that, with all the blood-" His frantic and panicking voice stopped when he didn't hear her groaning again or interrupting him. She was in a state which coerced her to go in and out of consciousness, whether it was the pain or the lack of blood. "Guess I'm gonna have to do this."
He picked her up of the chair and laid her on the floor, her eyes closed and her body weak and pale. Stiles lifted up her shirt and backed away in reaction to the wound and the quantity of blood that surrounded it.
"Okay Stiles, you can do this. You can save her life." Hyping himself up as if it was that easy to save a life, Stiles breathed before moving his hands to her wound, trying to find the opening to where he would have to stick his fingers in, in order to get the bullet out. He gave himself one last pep talk before going in.
"What are you doing?" The voice of Scott stopped Stiles before he could enter the wound, making him sigh thankfully for his best friends interruption, the only time he would be doing that.
"The bullets still inside and her body cant heal with it inside. Its why shes still in pain and not healing." He turned to her unconscious body, taking in her beauty in such a moment like this. "We need to get it out, but I don't think I can do it."
"But I can." Scott whipped his claws out, knowing it was the easiest way in getting to the bullet and the most efficient way. He crouched down beside Stiles and over his sisters body, leaning on his knees as he examined the wound.
Like Stiles had just done, he prepped himself for clawing into his sisters body but knew it was the only way of saving her. While his claws went searching for the bullet, Stiles looked away but didn't lose his grip on her hand, keeping it in his.
As if it was that easy and quick, Scott removed his hand, blood of his sister covering it, with the bullet held by his claws. He smiled, proud of himself as he nudged Stiles to look as well.
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Healing Love- Stiles Stilinski
Fanfiction"You fell in love with the feeling. But you didnt fall in love with me." She was the confident girl, he was the awkward boy. Could it be anymore obvious? --- Season One of Teen Wolf completed. Season Two of Teen Wolf completed.
