Stiles's P.O.V

Stiles huffed as he continued to stare at the ceiling. The light had started to fade in the room, telling him it was almost night-time. His head shot up as he heard something. His eyes widened as he heard voices and footsteps.

"Hey!" he shouted, shooting up and to the door.

"Hey! Anyone! Help! I'm here!" he yelled, hammering his fist against the door.

"Stiles?" his eyes widened as he could hear his dad's muffled voice.

"Dad! I'm in here! I'm here, dad!" he screamed as loudly as his lungs would allow. He gulped as he heard footsteps running towards the door.

"Stiles, are you in there?" his dad asked.

"Yeah, it's me, the son of a bitch orderly locked me in." he responded.

"Okay, we're going to get you out but we have to knock down the door. Stand back and keep your eyes covered." He instructed.

"Okay, I'm doing it." Stiles nodded before moving to the other end of the room and shielding his eyes. He heard a couple of thumps against the door before it flung open to reveal his dad.

"Dad." He sighed in relief, tightly hugging him.

"Are you okay?" Stilinski asked, holding Stiles's face.

"I'm fine, the orderly just knocked me out and took Lydia. They have Lydia, Scott and Y/N now." He choked.

"It's okay, we're going to find them. I've got cops searching every inch of this place." He reassured. Stiles looked down.

"But I felt something." He admitted. Stilinski looked at him.

"What do you mean?" he asked. Stiles looked up as a tear rolled down his cheek.

"Since Y/N is a korrigan, her link to me is unbreakable. I feel the link too. I feel it when she's hurting, I feel it when she's upset, I feel everything she feels." He admitted. Stilinski looked at him.

"Okay, so what did you feel?" he asked. Another tear rolled down Stiles's face as his eyes wavered.

"I felt her die." He choked.

Y/N's P.O.V

I choked as I gasped for air, but it only made my state worse as I breathed in more of the poisoned gas.

"Y/N." Scott wheezed, reaching out for my hand. I took it and held it tightly as I also joined hands with Lydia.

"You guys need to stay with me, you're going to be okay." She nodded. I choked as I rested my head against my arm on the ground and let go of Scott's hand.

"Y/N?" he asked. I slowly let my eyes flutter shut as my breathing started to slow.

"Y/N, come on, stay with us, stay with us for Stiles." Lydia encouraged. The mention of his name gave me the strength to open my eyes slightly again.

"Tell him...tell him I love him." I whispered before closing my eyes.

"You can tell him yourself." Lydia nodded.

"What do you mean?" Scott coughed. Lydia looked at us.

"They're here." She smiled. Suddenly, the door burst open and police officers burst in, with Stiles running in too.

"Scott, are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine, get to Y/N, hurry." He urged. Stiles nodded before looking at me. I slowly closed my eyes again.

"No, no, stay with me, come on." He spoke, collapsing on his knees next to me and taking me in his arms. I opened my eyes slightly again and smiled as I saw him.

"Stiles." I whispered.

"I'm here, baby, just stay with me." He nodded, gently cupping my cheek.

"I love you, Stiles." I whispered, not finding the strength to make my voice any louder.

"I love you too, which is why you need to stay awake." He spoke, tears in his eyes. I gave him a small smile before closing my eyes.

"Dad, I need help! Dad!" I heard Stiles yell.

"You're going to be okay." He spoke before he picked me up and carried me out of the room.

Stiles's P.O.V

"Y/N! Scott! Lydia!" Stiles yelled as he ran through the corridors of Eichenhouse.

"Stiles!" he turned around to see his dad at the door to the boiler room.

"They're here, I can hear them." He nodded.

"Oh, thank god." Stiles choked as he rushed to his dad as other police officers joined them.

"I need medical assistance, we've found the hostages and they don't sound like they're okay. Medical assistance immediately." He spoke before kicking the door open. Stiles rushed in and looked around. He sighed in relief as he saw Scott, making him rush to him.

"Scott, are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine, get to Y/N, hurry." He urged. Stiles nodded before looking at Y/N. His eyes widened as she lay on the floor and her eyes were fluttering shut.

"No, no, stay with me, come on." He spoke, collapsing on his knees next to her and taking her in his arms. She opened her eyes slightly again and smiled as she saw him.

"Stiles." She whispered.

"I'm here, baby, just stay with me." He nodded, gently cupping her cheek. He smiled slightly at the smoothness of her skin under his rough palm.

"I love you, Stiles." She whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I love you too, which is why you need to stay awake." He spoke, tears in his eyes. Y/N gave him a small smile before closing her eyes.

"Dad, I need help! Dad!" Stiles yelled.

"You're going to be okay." He spoke before he picked her up and carried her out of the room.

"Dad, we're losing her, please." He choked.

"Put her on the stretcher, Stiles. She's going to be okay." Stilinski reassured. He nodded before gently putting her limp body onto the stretcher. He placed one last kiss on her head before an oxygen mask was placed over her mouth and nose and she was wheeled out of the corridor.

Stiles sat in the corridor of the hospital, nervously tapping his foot against the floor as he waited for any news. He looked up as Scott walked to him.

"You okay?" Stiles asked as he stood up and tightly hugged him.

"I'm okay. I heal. How's Y/N?" he asked. Stiles looked down.

"I don't know. I haven't heard anything yet." He choked.

"That may change." Scott admitted. Stiles's head shot up, making Scott nod his head to signal behind him. He turned around and gulped as Melissa walked towards them.

"What's happening, is she okay?" he choked.

"She's unconscious, but they cleared out her lungs. She's going to be fine." She nodded, making Stiles choke again.

"Can I see her?" he asked.

"Yeah." Melissa spoke. Stiles gave her a small nod before rushing into Y/N's room. He walked in and choked as he saw her. She lay in the bed, asleep with an oxygen tube clipped to her septum. Stiles sighed as he moved to her bedside and sat down before taking her hand in his. He looked at Melissa.

"Can she hear me?" he asked. Melissa nodded before leaving the room. Stiles sighed before looking at Y/N. He gently took her hand, intertwining their fingers before looking at her face. Even on the verge of death, she looked stunning. He looked down and kissed her hand.

"I found you. I found you, baby. You're okay, you're alive, they can't get to you." He nodded, tears brimming in his eyes.

"I love you, Y/N. So much. Please come back to me." He choked.

"Stiles. Stiles. Wake up, come on, Stiles." Stiles slowly opened his eyes as he felt someone shaking his shoulder. He opened his eyes fully and saw Melissa stood over him. He raised his head and sighed as he saw Y/N still asleep. He looked up at Melissa.

"Sorry, I fell asleep." He yawned.

"I can see that. Go home." She sighed. Stiles's eyes widened.

"Hell no. I need to protect her, and I need to be here when she wakes up." He scoffed.

"Stiles, hun, the hospital is the safest place for her right now." She spoke.

"We both know that's not true. You remember the nogitsune?" he scoffed again, making Melissa sigh as she rested her hand on his head.

"Go home, Stiles. She's got a police officer outside her door 24/7. And if you want to protect her when she's out, you're going to need to be well rested." She encouraged. Stiles sighed and nodded as he stood up.

"Okay. Do me a favour and tell her that I was here." He spoke.

"Of course, Stiles. Get some rest." She nodded, resting her hand on his cheek. He returned the nod and gave her a small smile, looking back at Y/N once more before leaving the room.

Y/N's P.O.V

I knocked on Stiles's door and waited for a response. It opened to reveal Stiles. He choked as he quickly pulled me into a tight hug.

"I'm so glad you're okay. I waited and waited, but Melissa told me to go home and rest, but I swear I was there-."

"Hey." I chuckled, taking his face. He sighed and looked at me with those stunning whiskey eyes.

"She told me. I know you wanted to be there when I woke up. It's okay." I reassured. He nodded and smiled before gently kissing me.

"Come on, I'm taking you out." He smiled as he grabbed his coat.

"Okay." I chuckled. He returned it before taking my hand.

Stiles and I walked down the street, hands joined.

"So, are you feeling better?" Stiles asked, looking down at me with a small smile on his lips. I couldn't help but smile back.

"Yeah, I feel better. I feel good." I nodded.

"Good." He smiled as we continued to walk.

"Y/N Y/L/N?" we looked up and my eyebrows furrowed as a woman stood in our way.

"Who wants to know?" I asked. She smirked as she pulled out a gun and pointed it at my chest, making mine and Stiles's eyes widen.

"No!" Stiles yelled as she fired the gun. I gasped as Stiles launched himself in front of me, groaning as the bullet landed in his chest. I screamed as he fell to the ground in front of me. I felt my eyes going red as I looked back at the woman, who was re-loading her gun. I raised my hand and let energy ripple through me, causing a surge of red energy to radiate from my hand. The woman's eyes widened as it hit her in the stomach and sent her flying back. My eyes turned back as I collapsed to the ground on my knees and took Stiles in my arms.

"Help! Someone, help!" I screamed before looking down at Stiles.

"Stiles, why did you do that?" I choked as I pressed my hand against his wound, making him groan.

"Because I have to protect you." He coughed.

"That doesn't mean taking a freaking bullet for me." I cried.

"I'd do anything to protect you." He spoke, looking into my eyes. I choked and shook my head before looking around again.

"Help! Someone, anyone! Help me! My boyfriend is dying, help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Hey." Stiles spoke, putting his hand on my cheek so I was forced to look back at him. My tears fell onto his shirt as he slowly eased my hand off of his wound, meaning he was bleeding out.

"Stiles." I choked.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt, and I'm with you. This couldn't be more perfect." He reassured, smiling as he shook his head. I bit my lip as the tears fell rapidly.

"Tell my dad that I love him. And I love you too. God, I love you." He whispered, gently stroking his thumb against my cheek. I looked down at him and gave him a small smile as I put my hand over his. He gave me one last small smile as his gorgeous whiskey eyes fluttered shut and his hand dropped from my cheek. My smile dropped.

"Stiles?" I choked, shaking him slightly. He didn't wake up. I gulped as I placed my shaking fingers against his neck, feeling for a pulse. I squeezed my eyes shut, letting more tears fall as I bowed my head. I couldn't feel a pulse.

"Stiles!" I screamed.

I gasped as my eyes shot open. Melissa looked at me and her eyes widened.

"Woah, woah, you're okay, you're okay, you're safe." She reassured as she rushed to me.

"Where's Stiles?" I gasped.

"He's okay, he's fine, I told him to go home but he was here. You've got to calm down, your eyes are red." She spoke. I gulped and looked down.

"I had a vision, where another assassin tried to kill me. But Stiles jumped in front of the bullet and so he died." I cried.

"Oh, hun." Melissa sighed as she hugged me. My eyes widened as I realised something.

"I have to break up with him." I choked. Melissa looked at me.

"What?" she scoffed.

"If I stay with him, he's going to die. I need to change the outcome of the vision, the way to do that is to break up with him." I spoke, a tear falling from my eye.

"Oh, Y/N." she sighed, hugging me again.