Fragile Heart
mytruealphamccall:
lostwolfmal:
Mal’s lips felt numb through the kiss and the words that came out of Scott’s mouth sounded distant. It was like he was speaking to him miles away and it came to him as a hush whisper. “I…I want to go.” The words faintly left his lips as his body went numb from the tremendous amount of blood that continued to leave his system. “You.. You don’t have to protect me. N-no one wants me…” He whispered then coughed up blood, the crimson staining his lips where his face began to lose color. His breathing remained slow to the point where it didn’t seem like he was even breath. His heart rate dropping dangerously low. But he didn’t have to be a hassle anymore. He didn’t want to be Scott’s hassle anymore. He didn’t want to be constantly looked after because he was a mistake that no one wanted. No one wanted him. And he refused to believe Scott did, especially in these potential last hours of his life.
“No, that’s bullshit!” Scott yelled. “I want you! I need you! You’re one of the only things keeping me going right now!” It was true. Since Stiles had died, Scott really felt alone. And even with the incident with the purgatory plant, Scott never thought he could let anyone back in his life because he felt like a failure. But with Mal… Mal made Scott feel like he was worth something again. Mal made Scott happy. He was like this infinite source of light in a world that felt so dark. It’s not like Scott didn’t understand why Mal did what he did. Scott understood exactly. But he still refused to let Mal go. “Mal? MAL!” Mal was losing consciousness fast. His heart rate was decreasing at a quick pace. Scott heard a click downstairs. It was the front door. “RAPH! Raph, I’m up here! Hurry!” Scott cradled Mal in his arms, rocking back and forth. “Don’t you leave me, Mal. Don’t you leave me. I’m going to save you. We’re going to save you.”
After getting the text from Scott, Raph just about flew out of her house, not even bothering to lock the door behind her. Her tires squealed as she sped out of her driveway and floored it to the McCall house, ignoring every road rule she’d ever learned. It was the worst parking job she’d ever done, barely taking the time to get the keys out of the ignition before racing toward the front door. Pushing it open, Raph heard Scott’s call and ran toward it.
Tripping over her own feet on the stairs didn’t even slow her down, only stopping when her eyes met the sight of the two of them on the floor. This time when she dropped, it was intentional, skidding the rest of the way to them on her knees and letting out a sob. “Mal-” She broke off, tears splashing down her cheeks while trembling hands didn’t hesitate to hover over him. She could only pray that this worked. But she had plenty of love for Mal and feeling her fingertips begin to warm with the glow of her healing power, she watched anxiously.