Requests: “Can you do #102 with Scott and its his sister who gets hurt” Prompt List (Credits to gif owners!)
Scott couldn't believe the lump on the ground that was his sister. The same girl he grew up playing tag with. Drawing pictures, becoming the stubborn big brother who didn't want to play anymore. Annoying her with Stiles. Having girls over and making a lot of noise in the other room to freak her out.
That same girl, one of the first girls he loved was now bleeding out. He didn't want this life for her. The other pack knew they were overstepping boundaries. As they waited for the ambulance it felt like years. Scott held her close, whispering how she was going to be okay. But there was nothing to do for her. He couldn't help but cry. She'd either turn into a werewolf like him or die. And he hated to think about both options.
"J-just go." She cried. Scott wiped away her tears as she held her side. "I'm so sorry." She apologized. "I'm so sorry I didn't listen. I don't mean to make you and mom worry." She sobbed.
Scott cradled her, careful to just miss the wound that was seeping blood. "No, no don't be sorry. You didn't know they were out." If he ever found who did this-
"They wanted you. So I offered myself instead." She cried repeatedly. "I'm sorry." His shirt was messy and tear stained, just like his face.
"Shhhh, no." Was all he could say.
"If I didn't ru-run away-" She shook her head. Her body was shaking, quivering. "Am I going to die?"
Scott was quick to answer no. "No I'm going to make sure nothing happens to you. Okay?" He held her close even though this may be their final moments. "I'll make sure."
"But I'll die or turn." She hiccupped. "I don't want to die, Scott." She closed her eyes. "I'm good for nothing now. You should just leave."
“No! You’re obviously in pain I’m not leaving you!” He roared. If she wasn't so drained and wounded she would have jumped. "I'm not going anywhere."
He rested his chin on top of her head. Before he knew it, there was a light somewhere in the trees. Stiles scrambled out of the trees, followed by his dad, crying and screaming. The sheriff ran as fast as he could to beat the rest of his crew there. "Is she okay-" Stiles noticed the blood and covered his eyes. "Oh my-"
"Y/N, honey I need you to take deep breaths. The paramedics are coming and I need you to focus on me." The sheriff shined his light in her eyes, searching for any signs of response. "Y/N, stick with me-"
"You're awake." Melissa hugged her daughter. Scott was across the room in his chair, on edge, bouncing his knee. "Oh baby, I'm so glad you're okay." Their mother was sobbing.
"I-" Scott was next to her, pushing her back down gently as she tried to sit up. She instantly touched her side where there was no such thing as a wound. "Sc-Scott?"
"You're going to be all right. But there's a few things I need to explain..."
he looked up at you with unsure red eyes, everything ‘supernatural’ was so new to you and he knew that his alpha eyes could be unsettling. when he realized you didnt look scared, his eyes went back to their natural colour. “Y/N?”
