Just A Little Hope (STILES) {{DISCONTINUED}}

EIGHT-TWO: BULLET WOUNDS

"Other room, the both of you." He waves the gun at me and Scott, Scott took off my belt, handing it to me and allowing me to wear it again. Matt texted Allison asking for the bestiary, telling her Derek wants it to see it to help us find the Kanima master. "There." We stop at a random desk, I put my hand on Scott's back helping him stand up, and wishing his pain would go away, he started to relax as my arm was hurting. I look at my hand to see black lines of pain moving up my arm, I shook my arm removing it from Scott's back.

"You know, I feel sorry for you, McCall, 'cause right now you're thinkin', "How am I gonna explain this when it heals?" And the sad part is, you don't even realise how incredible it is that you actually are healing. 'Cause you know what happens to everyone else when they get shot? They die." I ask Matt is that what happened to him after his mini monologue, "you drowned, didn't you?" I asked trying to prove my theory, Matt shook his head, saying he should have let them drink, "what? Who? Matt, what do you mean?" Scott questioned, I could hear the clock ticking, as Matt went on to explain that it was Lahey, who was letting people drink. Scott asked who was drinking, "the swim team you idiot!" Matt yells as Scott, I flinch slightly, knowing what the clock meant.

"Gran it's going to happen soon, I love you." I whisper, Scott was too distracted with Matt telling the story of how he died, Matt approaches the both of us yelling, "you tell no one. This... this is your fault. You don't know how to swim? What little bastard doesn't know how to swim? You say nothing. You tell no one. No one." Matt yells in our faces waving the gun around, my hands were shaking, I have trouble with breathing but I closed my eyes and began internally humming a random song, counting my breaths, I open my eyes after two minutes, I reopen my eyes, preventing a panic attack. "All I had to do was take their picture, and Jackson would take their life." The lights went out, I spun around to see a window as an alarm started going off, "what is this? What's that? What's going on?" "I don't know." Scott and I yell together.

There was some light flashing through the darkness from the windows, and then gun shots shattered the glass, Matt and Scott quickly got to the ground but I do shot twice once in my abdomen and once in my shoulder, I hit the ground gasping in pain as the shots continued to come "HOPE!" Scott calls out, "ok." Is all I could spit out, I opened my belt moving it to the gun shot wound on my torso, and tightening it as much as I could with a shot shoulder. "Scott go. Save Stiles. I'm fine." Scott rips off my sleeve and ties it where I was shot in the shoulder to stop the blood, before running through the smoke to save the others.

I hear a scream, "SHERIFF, WHAT HAPPENED?" I yelled from the floor, I get no response, I hear running footsteps, before Allison and Chris Argent came into view, "oh my god, Hope." Allison gasped, I fell silent, I was trying not to focus on the amount of blood I was losing, a single tear trailed down my cheek, "go." I whisper, Allison looked hesitant, before following her father away from me.

"HOPE HOW BAD IS IT?" Gran yelled from her cell, "ONE TO THE ABDOMEN AND SHOULDER!" I yelled back, knowing if I whispered that would blow Gran's cover. I started to get really sleep, Derek comes into view picking me up, rushing me to where the Sheriff, Gran and Melissa are, he put me beside the bared cell, I held my Gran's hand. "Hope, you've got to stay awake ok?" I nod slowly, keeping my eyes focused on Gran, a small smile on my face, "Hope, is Scott ok?" I nod, "bleeding stopped." Is all I could get out, not revealing that he's a werewolf and completely healed, "Stiles is safe." I say to the Sheriff to give him a little comfort about his son. "Gran you need to tighten the belt." I whispered, Gran reached through pulling the belt tighter, I groan in pain before relaxing slightly. The Sheriff continued to pull at his hands cuffs, "come on, you can do it." Melissa encourages the Sheriff, my eyes started to get very heavy.

I heard the Sheriff scream I look up to see him free, before Matt punches him to the ground. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!" I yelled, now wide awake. Matt steps on my shoulder, I scream in pain and squeeze gran hand for some relief, "Matt, please, listen to me. Hope and Scott have been shot, and we heard different gunfire, and we don't know what's happening, but can you please just let her see her son?" Gran stands up once Matt steps off of me, I hold onto the bars for relief, "are you ok, Sheriff?" I whisper loud enough for him to hear me. "I'm fine."

"How totally clueless are you people?" Matt question them standing on my chest, this time I stay silent, I hear a crack and get an overwhelming pain in my chest, he just broke my rib. My knuckles were white I was squeezing so tightly on the cell. I heard a growl, I spot Derek coming into view, "Gran.. I, my rib." Is all I could get out, she noticed that I was started to close my eyes, "Hope! You have to stay awake." My lip began to quiver, as I tried to fight off sleeping, and tears coated my face. "I'm sorry." I whisper, as I was losing the battle, "Hope no. Stay awake honey." I look away from Gran making eye contact with Stiles, a small smile grew on my face before everything went black.

"We have a 17 year old female, Hope Adams, with two bullet wounds, one in the abdomen and the other in the shoulder." I hear a doctor call out as I open my eyes to see lights strobe as I am rushed into surgery, "was shot at approximately 3am in the morning, and has lost a lot of blood." I hear Gran's voice, I look through my squinting eyes, to see her in all her hospital gear, "you're going to be ok sweetie". Gran assures me before a nurse puts a mask on my face asking me to countdown from ten, I got to six before being knocked out.