«Teen Wolf». Imagines & One Shots

Imagine that you were dating Scott McCall. *** Deaton called you to come to his veterinary clinic as soon as possible, but he didn't explain anything. "Hey", you ran into the room and didn't have time to catch your breath when you noticed a half-naked Scott sitting against the wall. Scott didn't look healthy, but rather pale and sweaty. He looked at you blearily. "It's a full moon? Poison? Hunters?" You blurted out one by one, trying to guess what really happened. "Hunters with silver bullets," Scott muttered, trying to get up. You came closer and held out your hand to help him stand up. Deaton came out of the other room just in time to help you move him to the operating table. It was only then that you noticed the five bloody bullet holes on his skin. "How can I help?" You asked Deaton, watching him prepare for surgery. Deaton thought for a few seconds. "Sit next to him," he pointed to a small chair next to the couch. "And hold his hand. Just make sure he doesn't accidentally break your arm, because it will definitely hurt him." You nodded gently, sitting down on the proffered chair and pulling it slightly closer to make it more comfortable. You took Scott's hand in yours and squeezed it gently. "It's okay, I'm here," you whispered, gently touching his hair with your other hand. "You're going to be fine." Scott muttered something unintelligible as he squirmed on the couch, his forehead hot to the touch. You blew on his forehead and whispered all sorts of gentle nonsense to him, just to distract him from the pain. When Deaton started the operation, Scott arched his back, trying to crawl away from the pain. The painkillers obviously weren't working on him. You tried to gently hold him in place, but he struggled out of your grip. "Maybe we should call the guys?" You asked Deaton. "They'll certainly be able to hold him back." Deaton thought about it for a few seconds, looking at Scott, and then nodded. You immediately called Peter and Derek, who arrived a few minutes later. They helped hold Scott down while Deaton tried to get the bullet out and disinfect the wound, and you sat next to him and gently stroked Scott's hair. Scott was tossing and turning on the couch, his eyes burning yellow. You gently shushed him, gently blowing on his forehead and continuing to murmur words of comfort. Derek and Peter looked at you searchingly, and then they completely focused on keeping Scott motionless, because he wouldn't stop squirming, and this made it very difficult for Deaton to work. Deaton removed the bullets one by one, and it only seemed to make Scott twitch and squirm more. Your hand stroked his hair almost thoughtlessly. A light touch on your shoulder snapped you out of your trance. "The operation is over," Derek said softly when you turned around. You blinked at him, puzzled. "Scott is resting. He will heal as soon as the poison is completely out of his system," Derek explained to you in the same quiet, soft voice. He was looking at you intently. You nodded. You felt like you were asleep and had just woken up, so your mind was still clouded and your eyes were heavy. "Thank you," you muttered, rubbing your eyes. Looking around, you realized that the operating table was clean and Scott was lying there too. His eyes were closed and his breathing was steady. You kissed him softly on the forehead, moving a little closer, but not so much as to disturb and hinder him. While Derek and Peter were discussing something about hunters, Scott slowly opened his eyes. "How did I end up here?" Scott muttered, looking at the Hales. "You'd better ask Deaton about that," Derek replied, turning to look at him. "We arrived after you." Scott nodded and looked at you, his face lit up with a tired smile. "Hi, honey," Scott muttered tiredly, holding out his hand to you. You took his hand again, gently pressing yourself against him. "You scared me," you muttered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Scott said softly, squeezing your hand in his, his eyes half-closed. "Don't apologize, it's not that important right now, just relax, okay?" You shook your head, carefully helping him get comfortable. Scott nodded his head listlessly, clearly still not fully recovered. "I want to sleep… Will you stay?" He mumbled softly and sleepily. "Do you think I'll just leave you here? No, if I leave you here alone, you'll get into trouble somewhere else," you let out a nervous laugh and frowned slightly. "Of course I'll stay." Scott smiled weakly, closing his eyes and already falling asleep. "Thank you. Good night…" he yawned and relaxed. You looked back at Deaton. "Let's let him sleep a little," the man smiled at you. "He'll be fine in a few hours." You nodded at him. Deaton put his hand on your shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "He's going to be fine," he said softly. "He's strong and he's a fighter. It remains only to remove aconite from his body." "Thank you very much," you whispered. "For everything." Deaton smiled at you and left. You rested your forehead on the couch next to Scott's shoulder and closed your eyes too. After all this, sleep overtook you quickly.