Y/N POV

Things had suddenly started to go blurry, matching the condition of the rest of my body.

I wasn't healing like I normally should, meaning this could've only been wolfsbane.

Someone had released it during the best test, causing everyone supernatural to suddenly show flu symptoms.

We had caved ourselfs in a room, something of the Hale's. Malia had to open it even though she was completely obvious of her relation to them.

  I had my head in Stiles' lap, his hands running through my hair soothingly. I was breathing heavily, my emotions probably matching my face.

I felt disgusting.

I could still feel the sweat on my forehead, trailing down the side of my head. But Stiles still held a sweet smile on his face as he stared at me.

  I tried to pull a smile on my face but it was like the muscles had turned themselves off. Stiles nodded, understanding what I was trying to do.

"It's ok. It'll be over soon." He whispered, leaning down to kiss the top of my head.

  My body started shaking without my consent, causing Stiles to look concerned.

"Are you cold?" He asked, holding my tighter. As if it triggered it, a cold rush ran over my body.

He sat up a little, tugging off his jacket. He wrapped me in it, not bothering to try and slip my arms in it.

"Scott, it's getting worse." Stiles said, his voice becoming distant. I glanced at Scott, who looked just as bad as I probably did.

Stiles groaned, noticing his friend was in no condition to do anything.

"I have to do something." He mumbled to himself. I shook my head violently.

"No." I quietly said, the word coming out quick and almost silent.

"I'll be right back, ok?" He said, carefully taking me off of his lap and setting me down with my back against the box.

I couldn't say anything, I couldn't give him any signs to tell him just to stay.

Tears left my eyes and Stiles crouched back down.

"Hey. Hey. I'll be back. I'm not leaving without you." He reassured me, taking my face in his palms. He kissed my nose, and then my lips. Just a quick peck, seeing as my lips weren't responding.

  I still felt a small tingle from my lips, his lips almost igniting something.

"Okay." He sighed, before standing up and walking out.

  It's been a couple minutes since he's closed those concrete doors. Second by second, everything got worse.

I could see less.

Hear less.

Feel less.

Eventually, my body shut down and my eyes shut along with it.

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"She's okay, right? Dad!"

"I'm telling you what the doctors told me, they're doing everything they can!"

"It's not enough!"

I woke up to almost a similar feeling, although I knew my body was just tired.

I opened my eyes, seeing a dark room. I looked around and saw the obvious hospital materials and machines.

They'd left this light off, letting me sleep. My fingers mindlessly tried to grab for the emergency patient button I knew was attached to the bed.

  My fingertips found it, pressing the round button. Doctors that had been standing outside rushed in, their faces surprised.

  One flipped the lights on, showing their faces. My eyes flicked to the blinds in the window that were shuffling, like someone was trying to open them.

  They eventually parted, showing Stiles' eyes. They widened, seeing me up.

"Y/n!" His voice echoes from the hallway before he pushed through the doctors.

He stumbled to the side of my bed, out of breath. A smile grew on his face.

"You're okay." He sighed. I grabbed his hand and squeezed.

"I believe you're to thank for that, Stilinski." I smiled. He slightly laughed, his eyes still stuck staring at mine.

"I love you." He blurted out, his heavy breathing still hinting behind it.

"I love you too."

He pulled me in for a hug, dodging the wires that had attached themselves to my arm and torso.

I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing just like I had with his hand.

"It feels so good to move." I cried. He pulled back and nodded.

"Now we can do this."

He put his lips on mine, smiling. I smiled too, my lips finally responding. They moved quickly but passionately.

Man did it feel good to kiss Stiles.