Rowan could feel herself growing dizzier by the minute, her temperature no doubt spiking since they entered vault.

"Anything?" Stiles asked, leaning against the vault door.

"They're looking for us." Scott answered, looking over at him. "Someone's gonna have to go out there."

They looked back at the girls, Kira rubbing Malia's back while Rowan winced in pain. The brunette looked over to see them whispering, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. But the way Scott stated at Malia, led her to believe that's who it was about.

Rowan started to doze off as they continued talking, jumping slightly when Stiles shook her.

"I gotta go, alright?" He whispered, making Rowan sit up and grab his arm.

"No." She breathed, shaking her head. "I'm going with you."

"Rowan, you're just as bad as them." Stiles frowned as she started to push herself up, her strength already weakened.

"It's not actually happening to me, it just feels like it is." She swallowed, stumbling as her head spun. "I went through this the other day, and I can tell when they're close to death. I can give you an advantage to help them."

"I don't know." He shook his head, glancing over his shoulder to where the others were, Kira comforting Scott and Malia curled up in his jacket. "Something could happen to you."

"I don't care." She gripped his arm, keeping herself steady. "I'm going."

"Okay." Stiles nodded, wrapping his arm around her. "Let's get going then."

The two of them made their way out the door, looking back for only a moment before it shut behind them.

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"Wait here," Stiles whispered, looking back at Rowan as she leaned against the wall. "If they see you, they'll make you stay."

"Got it." Rowan grunted, wincing as she wiped the back of her hand across her forehead. She let her eyes fall shut as she slid down to the ground, pressing her cheek against the cool wall.

"Rowan." She was shaken again, the girl opening her eyes to see a sweaty Stiles hovering above her. "We have to go."

"Mm." She nodded, taking a shaky breath as he helped her up. Rowan's knees gave out for a moment, Stiles scrambling to catch her and pull her against him. Her face was buried in his neck, her fingers weakly grabbing his shirt. "They're getting worse."

"You have to keep moving." He urged her, pulling her away and holding her face. "Look at me, okay?"

Rowan's eyelids fluttered open, her pupils slightly dilated as she nodded with parted lips. "Yeah, I-I can go."

"C'mon." He slung her arm over his shoulders, gripping her waist as they made it down the hall to the locker room. Stiles used his shoulder to open the door, half dragging Rowan inside and towards Coach's  office. "Sit, right here."

Rowan nodded weakly as he set her down onto the chair, the girl slouching to rest her head on the desk. She could faintly hear him throwing things on the ground beside her, but she was fighting to open her eyes.

He slammed one of the drawers shut before sitting in Coach's chair, curling his hands into a fist. Stiles reached forward and grabbed the permission slips off the desk, flipping through them as the red ink faded for being replaced completely by black ink.

He grabbed the cup sitting next to his computer, his mind flashing back to how they stamped their prints when he saw the black thumb print on the cup.

"Rowan, look at this." Stiles nudged her, the girl sitting up slowly and rubbing her eyes.  He handed her the paper and she stared at it for a moment, before looking up.

"I can't see." Rowan wet her lips, setting down the paper with a shaky hand. "Stiles, I can't see. They don't have much-"

"I was wondering how that idiot got sick." Stiles jumped up, dropping the coffee cup in the process. "I'm also wondering where your friends are. Since in order to get paid by the benefactor, I need to have proof they're dead."

"Visual confirmation." Stiles choked out, Rowan's pulse jumping at the fear in his voice.

"Exactly." He grinned, cocking his head as he looked at Rowan. "Now you, sweetheart. You're a tricky one. You didn't even use the ink pad, yet you look like you're on the verge of death. Get up."

"She's too weak-"

"Then help her." He snapped, Stiles nodding and moving to pull her out of the chair. Rowan clutched his shirt tightly as he led them out of the office and into the locker room. "You still look feverish, Mr.Stilinski. But you should know something. The virus doesn't kill humans, you'll get better. So don't you think you should tell me where they are? At least one of you should get to live."

"I think I saw them in the library." He lied, his back still to him. "Or it might have been the cafeteria, definitely one of those two."

"I'm going to count to three, and then I'm going to kill your girlfriend here." The teacher said calmly, holding up his gun to the back of Rowan's head.

"No." Stiles turned around and stood in front of her, causing her breath to catch. "Think you can scare me?"

"No, I think I can kill you. I just thought the count down would make it more exciting." His voice went up a bit from its normal monotone, before returning. "So, I'm going to kill you first, then Miss Gallagher."

"Stiles, don't." Rowan pleaded, feeling for his arm so she could grab onto it.

"One... Two..." Stiles squeezed his eyes shut, a gun shot ringing out before it it hit three, blood splattering across his face.

"Stiles!" Rowan cried out, still unable to see anything. She gasped in relief when he grabbed her shoulder, squeezing it tightly as he gasped himself.

Agent McCall stepped forward and removed his hazmat mask, lowering his gun.

"Where the hell did you come from?" Stiles breathed, still in shock of what happened.

"Stiles, listen. I got a call from Melissa." Agent McCall explained urgently. "I don't know what it means, she said there's an antidote. It's in the vault; Rishi mushrooms."

"Wait, what in the vault?"

"It's in a jar on one of the shelves. She said to tell Scott." He grabbed his shoulder, making sure he was paying attention. "It's in the vault."

"Rowan, stay here." Stiles ordered before taking off, leaving the girl standing with terrified breathing.

"Hey, I'm an FBI agent, I'm Scott's dad." She felt an arm wrap around her, her eyes darting helplessly around the room. "We're gonna get you out of here, you'll be okay."

Rowan tried to reply but all she got out was a cough, her knees buckling as her strength drained from her.

"They're-" She choked out, feeling around blindly.

And then it all stopped, filling Rowan with an immense fear as she didn't know if they made it or not.

Before Agent McCall could stop her she took off towards the basement, her hand gripping the railing as she made her way down the stairs. Rowan got to the door in time to see Malia push Stiles's hand away, getting up and walking towards the exit.

"Malia, you're oka-" Rowan's word got caught in her throat when she hit her shoulder against her, nearly knocking her over as she walked past. "Hey! Malia!"

Malia turned to look at her when she grabbed her arm, her gaze stone cold.

"At least they told you the truth."

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For those of you confused bc she didn't touch the ink pad, she feels supernatural death. Scott, Kira, and Malia were practically dying so.... yeah

RALIA FEELS WILL BE COMING SOON JS

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