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Anonymous asked: Sciles: Please, don't ever do that again!
Scott’s eyes fluttered open as he felt a hand on his head, caressing through his hair. At first he was not really aware where he was until he heard the steady beaping noise of the heart monitor and he remembered.
At once he was awake, raised his head and turned around.
“Stiles!” A smile formed on his lips, a relieved and happy smile because his friend was awake. He was alive and breathing. His eyes were open and he looked at Scott and Scott had never been so happy in his entire life. “Stiles,” he said again.
“Hey.” Stiles sounded weak and tired but it didn’t matter. He was awake and well and all would be okay again. “What did I miss?”
Scott shook his head. He had missed nothing and almost everything. Scott had never been so scared before as to the day he brought Stiles to the ER, followed him to the doors of the surgery room. He had never been so scared until he sat several days at the side of Stiles’ bed not knowing if his friend would ever wake up again. “Please, don’t ever do that again!” The fear of almost losing Stiles washed over him and he couldn’t hold back this plea. Scott didn’t leave this room for days now and every imagination what a life without Stiles would look like was worse than the one before. He couldn’t get through this again – not ever!
“What?” Stiles asked and he was totally serious. “Saving your life?”
“I can heal, Stiles. You can’t!” Scott had felt so guilty the past days. It was all his fault. Stiles had been injured because of him. It would have been his fault.
“The arrow would have hit you right in the heart, Scott, and it was poisoned with wolfsbane. I had to do something.”
“And so you just push me away and get hit on your own. This is a good idea then?” Scott couldn’t believe it. How could Stiles be so stupid – or not stupid, rather selfless. He didn’t think twice and this was what scared Scott the most. Stiles didn’t care about his own life, he cared about Scott’s. And that was wrong. Stiles’ life was the most precious thing on the world.
“I had to act quickly, Scott, I didn’t think that much. Besides I never said that my ideas are the best, right?” Stiles grinned and Scott did too. Tears ran down his cheek and he grinned because it was typical for Stiles to be like this. To act more selfless as anyone he had ever known and to joke about it afterwards.
“Just promise me, you won’t do it again, please.”
Stiles’ grin faded. “I’m sorry, Scott, but I can’t do this – not if it’s about you. I love you and I would do anything to protect you.”
“I love you too,” Scott said and promised himself that he would protect Stiles and prevent anything that could let to something like this again because he loved Stiles. He loved him so damn much and he couldn’t bear to lose him.