Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Can a hero save everyone? Pt.3 (Stiles Stilinski)

Stiles Stilinski

Scott quickly slipped under you, bringing your dangling arm over his shoulder while Stiles struggled with the other side. It wasn't because you were too heavy or anything like that, just that Stiles has to make sure to maneuver you without causing more dark blood to fish out of your wound like a waterfall.

No one wanted to see a waterfall of blood, especially not of the girl Stiles loved with all his heart.

"We have to get her to the jeep, right now. Scott, go faster." Stiles ordered, distress exuding from him.

"Alright, alright. C'mon." Scott agreed, the two boys quickening their pace, approaching the jeep that was in their line of sight.

You were placed into the passenger seat of Stiles' Jeep as gently as possible, by that, it meant that the boys actually shoved you in because of the constraint of time. You groaned in pain, head spinning like a Mary go round once again. The inexplicable agony that shot through your stomach hadn't eased a single bit. It felt like you were impaled with a sword that remained stuck like superglue, ripping through the muscles and tissues.

Stiles climbed into the driver's seat and Scott to the back. The doors slammed shut and the engine ignited with a roar.

You felt yourself being jerked backwards when Stiles slammed his foot down onto the gas pedal. That was more force than necessary. The Jeep swerved left and right, down the road as if it was intoxicated. Stiles frequently slid a glance at you, or maybe he mostly had his worried eyes fixed on your injured form while he slid occasional glances at the road ahead.

"Stiles! Focus!" Scott yelled from the back.

Stiles turned his attention back to driving properly just in time to duck away from an oncoming car that was headed right towards them.

"Oh god, close call." Stiles muttered, running a relieved hand through his hair.

"We could've died! Now focus please! If you're quick enough, we can get (y/n) to the hospital in time." The teen wolf chided his best friend.

"Sorry. ADHD. Can't concentrate on more than one thing at the same time."

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to find the best position so that the wound didn't hurt so bad. You ended up pressing your face against the car window, both hands clutching your bloody stomach together. Your eyes sealed shut, face contorting in pain as you let out occasional soft groans which you hoped Stiles didn't take much notice of. You figured it was best that he just concentrate on driving or he might end up with a broken Jeep and three dead bodies. Or maybe two, considering that Scott would most likely heal if the casualties he incurred weren't that serious.

Inside, it was silent. None of the two boys spoke, neither did you. A heavy silence weighed down on the three of you, but you couldn't care less. Whereas Stiles felt his heart hammer so wildly against his chest that it might just burst. Scott listened to his rapid heartbeat, concerned for the boy's troubled mind. Stiles tore his eyes away from the road once again, this time casting you a long look at you. He took in your afflicted features and directed his eyes to the wound that was buried under your blood-stained arms. Tears burned in his eyes, a huge lump forming in his throat.

In what felt like forever, the vehicle screeched to a stop, tyres squeaking in high-pitch as you felt yourself being thrown forward, head nearly hitting the windshield because of the lack of seatbelt. Fortunately, Stiles was quick enough to pull an arm out and press you back down so no more injuries were created. Both boys proceeded to climb out of the car, pulling you out quickly but as gently as possible as they sling each of your arms around their neck and shoved open the entrance doors of the hospital.

"Hey, hey, hey! Somebody help, (y/n)'a severely injured, she's dying!" Stiles shouted, causing many eyes to be focused on the three of you.

Melissa sat at the counter not far from the three of you. A worried look was etched on her face as she saw you barely able to support yourself. Slamming down the phone in her hand, she sprinted towards you, calling for help as other doctors and nurses came rushing with a stretcher and bandage to help.

Soon, you found yourself lying on the stretcher, pressure being applied to your wound while the stretcher flew forward. Stiles held your hand while he ran along with the moving stretcher, holding on tighter by each second.

"C'mon, (y/n). Please. Stay with me."

Tears pricked your eyes when you saw two streaming rivulets basically pouring from Stiles eyes. The hot pain pierced into you making it extremely hard to fight it and hold it in. The brink of unconsciousness came and went but now it was starting to sink in. The agony and suffering just got worse but you knew you didn't have to worry because you were being saved, well at least worry less.

With what little energy you had, you squeezed Stiles hand just a little tighter. Through gritted teeth, you choked out, "Stiles...if I don't make it..."

"Shut up, don't say that (y/n). I know you will. Please I can't lose you. Not again."

"No, Stiles, I-"

"No, save your energy. Don't bother talking. Just hold it. They're gonna perform surgery right now, okay? You're almost there." Stiles begged, interrupting you once again.

"Stiles, listen! I...don't know...if I can make it. But if I don't...remember...I love you." Getting out each word was like the dagger twisting deeper into your gut. It hurt like hell.

Then, you felt a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Darkness started to stretch from the corners of your eyes, began to close in, slowly and slowly...until...all you saw was black. Whether it was because of the excessive flow of blood or the anesthesia the doctors gave you, you weren't sure. You could hear a low hum which was supposed to be Stiles shouting, yelling at you to stay strong while Scott tried to hold him back. Stiles was losing his mind at the sight of your limp body, eyes closed. He wasn't sure whether you were going to survive and the words you said echoed in his head. This couldn't be the end, right?

But then, you lost feeling and you felt the world slipping away.

HEY LIL CHICKEN NUGGETS! I'm finally posting another chapter again! And also HAPPY BIRTHDAY DYLAN! I can't believe he's 29 already! I'm so proud of all his achieve and I love him so so much! I hope he has a great birthday and that he is always happy! ❤️🥳😊🤩😘🎊🎉

Anyways, IM VERY VERY SORRY but I have exams again. Won't be coming back until October. I hope you guys understand. This is my last exam of the year, after that I'll be posting frequently again! Sorry once again and I hope you enjoy this chapter! 😅😅