[ stiles is--stiles is kind of terrified. he wasn't sure he was going to get out of this alive, and now derek, that brilliant, self sacrificing moron, is probably going to be the one who won't make it. something in his chest lurches at the thought of spending the rest of his life without him--it was like he'd finally matched their puzzle pieces and stiles was not having that taken from him.
he follows selena out towards the back. there's a tiny little crevice that selena must have been shimmying through--she looks back at stiles as she realizes she can't fit him through. carefully, he reaches over and grabs her shoulders, looks her in the eyes. ] I need you to go get the wolves and bring them here. Just yell for them really, really loud, okay? This part is safe, right?
[ she nods, and stiles figures if she can get through, the wolves can tear the opening a little wider to make room for both stiles and derek to crawl out. sitting back, stiles immediately turns his attention back to derek and puts a hand over one of the gaping wounds at his side. ] You're not--you're not really healing fast, why aren't you healing fast? Derek, if you--you can't, we're gonna get you out of here okay, okay? We have to.
[ "we have to"--he repeats it again, a little faintly, a little dizzied at the idea of derek dying right here, dying because of stiles-- ]
[ Though he's bleeding and a veritable mess, Derek follows along with Stiles as they're brought to where the little girl has been slipping in and out ever since his lupa was first brought here. He's still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that she's alive, that she was here, but right now he needs to concentrate on his movements, on the fact that he can smell the anxiety rolling off Stiles in waves.
When they come to a stop, he looks at the crevice, frowning at it quietly before looking to the little girl-- his daughter-- and listening to what Stiles says. She can do it, she has to do it, because otherwise they're stuck in here. The other wolves won't be able to break through the "cage" up front, and that's the only entrance that any of them could possibly know of. Especially with Derek's blood staining the wood.
His skin flinches at Stiles' touch, but he doesn't make a noise to go with it. Instead, he bows forward to press their foreheads together, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath that is all Stiles. ]
Wolfsbane on the spikes, probably. I'll be okay. We're together again-- you'll make sure of it.
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he follows selena out towards the back. there's a tiny little crevice that selena must have been shimmying through--she looks back at stiles as she realizes she can't fit him through. carefully, he reaches over and grabs her shoulders, looks her in the eyes. ] I need you to go get the wolves and bring them here. Just yell for them really, really loud, okay? This part is safe, right?
[ she nods, and stiles figures if she can get through, the wolves can tear the opening a little wider to make room for both stiles and derek to crawl out. sitting back, stiles immediately turns his attention back to derek and puts a hand over one of the gaping wounds at his side. ] You're not--you're not really healing fast, why aren't you healing fast? Derek, if you--you can't, we're gonna get you out of here okay, okay? We have to.
[ "we have to"--he repeats it again, a little faintly, a little dizzied at the idea of derek dying right here, dying because of stiles-- ]
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When they come to a stop, he looks at the crevice, frowning at it quietly before looking to the little girl-- his daughter-- and listening to what Stiles says. She can do it, she has to do it, because otherwise they're stuck in here. The other wolves won't be able to break through the "cage" up front, and that's the only entrance that any of them could possibly know of. Especially with Derek's blood staining the wood.
His skin flinches at Stiles' touch, but he doesn't make a noise to go with it. Instead, he bows forward to press their foreheads together, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath that is all Stiles. ]
Wolfsbane on the spikes, probably. I'll be okay. We're together again-- you'll make sure of it.