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15 minutes of a Sterek fanfic, part 7

You can read part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here, part 5 (NSFW) here, and part 6 here.

Stiles huddled into Derek's arms and moaned. Derek moved as quickly as he could without literally throwing Stiles into the camaro. 

"Stay with me," Derek breathed.

It looked like Stiles nodded his head a little, but it was hard to tell in the dim light.

Derek broke speed limit after speed limit to get to the hospital. He distantly heard sirens approaching, but he ignored them and used his wolf instincts to dodge cars that were in the way. When he reached the hospital, he screamed for help before getting Stiles out of the car. Two nurses rushed out to take Stiles from Derek's arms and put him on a stretcher. 

Derek tried to follow but nurses held him back.

"You have to let the doctors do their work."

"He's..." Derek trailed off as he watched them take Stiles away, "he's the sheriff's son." The nurse nodded seriously and then ran after Stiles as they disappeared down a hallway.

Derek ran his fingers through his hair.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

It was all Derek could think and all he could do to not run after where Stiles had disappeared to.

Suddenly, the hospital doors burst open and Isaac, Scott, Erica, Boyd, Lydia, and Allison rushed in. They immediately attacked him with one question after another.

"What happened?"

"Where is Stiles?"

"Where is Gerard?"

"Are you okay?"

Derek took a deep breath and tried to focus on Stiles's heartbeat. He found it and took solace in that. Stiles was going to be okay. He had to be.

"Gerard shot Stiles in the feet and then ran away. I just rushed him here, I don't know where he is," Derek explained brokenly.

"Have they said anything?" asked Scott, whipping his head around the room, probably looking for his mom.

"No, they just took him," Derek balled up his fists and punched the waiting room wall, causing there to be a dent.

"Derek, calm down," whispered Erica, "you don't want to get kicked out."

"Shit," said Derek looking at what he'd done to the wall.

"Here, Isaac, sit here," said Lydia, moving Isaac to the chair in front of the dent. Isaac was tall enough that his head and hair hid the dent. "There, fixed it."

"I'll call my mom," said Scott, "I don't think she's working tonight, but I can see if she can help us figure things out." Scott stepped away, his phone in hand.

"Wait, where--where is Stiles's dad?" asked Derek, finally registering that everyone was there.

"He sent us home, so we went to find everyone else," shrugged Boyd, "We figured staying together was the best plan."

"He should be here soon," said Erica. "You called him, right?"

"No, I--I didn't--"

"I got it," said Lydia, already dialing her phone. "He's probably on his way here anyway." Lydia got up and stepped away.

Derek felt worse than useless. He refocused on Stiles's heartbeat and tried to calm down. 

Scott stepped back into the group, "She's on her way."

Lydia came back, "I left a message, but he's probably on his way."

(Prompt by me)

Teen Wolf MTV (I don't own any of the characters)

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