During a road trip with the school to a lacrosse tournament, Stiles phoned Lydia as he noticed that Allison was following behind the bus in her car.

What he didn't know was that you were in the back of her car with an extremely bad injury that wasn't healing from a fight you'd had.

Normally it would heal since you were a werewolf but this time something was different.

Stiles decided to phone them to let them know that it was obvious that they were tailing the bus.

"Stiles! What a surprise!" Lydia said as she answered the phone, "we're all just at the cinema... you know, popcorn and all that..." she  lied.

"I know you're right behind us, now tell me what's wrong." Stiles demanded.

Lydia looked back at you as your face was contorted in agony as you clutched at your stomach.

"Okay, something's wrong with y/n and she's not healing, we don't know why-" Lydia tried to explain but Stiles had heard enough.

"Y/n? My y/n?! I'm stopping this bus right now!" He exclaimed immediately standing up and ending the call.

Coach Finstock noticed him and glared at him, "Sit down, Bilinski."

Stiles clenched his jaw at the name but he persevered, "I need to get off of this bus, for my girlfriend." Stiles said angrily.

"Oh you do?" Coach looked around, "do the rest of these guys need to get off the coach for their girlfriends?" He said sarcastically.

Stiles rolled his eyes, "come on, Coach!"

"Sit down!" Coach instructed, blowing his whistle in Stiles' face.

When Coach had sat back down Stiles made his way to Jared, "hey man... I'm gonna have to ask you to do something for me." Stiles grinned mischievously.

Soon the bus stopped as they had to clean up after Jared threw up from being sick.

Stiles rushed off of the bus and ran to the car behind the bus, he flung open the back door and crawled inside and examined you, "y/n... what's wrong?"

You lifted your hands revealing a wound that wasn't healing, "oh," he nodded, nearly gagging, "don't worry, I'll be right back."

He got out of the car and faced Scott, "you need to take her pain, then we'll stitch her up."

Scott nodded before getting into the car with you and looking at you worriedly, "I'm gonna take your pain, okay?" He said softly as he placed his hand over your hand, his veins turned black as he took your pain.

"Thank you, Scott." You said weakly as he took your pain.

"Don't thank me yet," He said, "I'll let Stiles stitch you up."

Stiles got back into the car holding a needle and thread, "I'll try not to hurt you..."

You nodded, trusting your boyfriend to be gentle.

His hands were clearly shaking as he tried to thread the needle.

"It's okay, Stiles." You said quietly, reaching out and grabbing his hand gently.

He nodded, still looking nervous but he finally managed to thread it, he began to stitch up your wound and soon it was done.

"That wasn't so bad." He said surprisingly.

"Not bad at all." You smiled softly.

"You know, I was so worried about you when Lydia said you were hurt... I couldn't bare to think of a life without you." He said, his voice sounded shaky as he spoke.

"Stiles... I'm fine." You reassured him.

"I know... I just don't like seeing you hurt." He admitted.

You shifted slightly and rested your head on his shoulder, "I know." You said quietly.

He gripped your hand tightly, "I love you so much, y/n."

"I love you too, Mieczyslaw." You chuckled.

You felt his chest rise and fall quickly as he laughed to himself as you said his name.

The moment was soon interrupted when Coach yelled at everyone to get back on the bus.

"I guess I better go, if you're gonna follow us at least stay in the motel with me tonight?" He asked.

"Wouldn't miss it." You said as he left a quick kiss on your cheek before getting out of the car and heading towards the bus.

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