Inhale, exhale - Scott Imagine

Inhale, exhale.


The first thing you notice is how dark it is. You don't ever remember Scott's bedroom being this dark; it was as if someone had shut off all the lights, boarded up the windows, covered your eyes.


You were looking around helplessly for Scott who was sat right beside you only a moment ago, but you could barely see your hands when they were right in front of your face.


You found yourself on his bedroom floor, palms flat against the cool ground as you felt your way around the space. When your fingers suddenly bumped into what felt like a shoe, you reached up to grab onto the leg.


"Scott?" You asked, but there was no reply.


Inhale, exhale.


You were suddenly kicked back, sliding across the floor until you hit a wall. Doubling over in pain, you grabbed at your stomach while letting out a groan.


The sound of the shoes walking toward you reached your ears, and despite the pain you were feeling you managed to blindly crawl away. When you felt the bed beneath your hands you crawled up onto it, only to discover another body lying on one side.


You gasped, fearfully crawling away from it until you fell off the bed, hitting your head on the ground in the process. You closed your eyes in pain, and once you eventually opened your eyes again, the lights were back on.


Inhale, exhale.


Slowly, you sat up again and peered at the bed. Lying there was Scott, unconscious. There was a bruise forming on his head, and you knew immediately that someone, something, must have knocked him out.


Your trembling hands came up to carefully cup his face, thumb running itself across his cheek, "Scott? Scott, can you hear me?"


A loud bang made you jump away from your boyfriends body. You glanced around the room, but failed to find anything out of the ordinary. Just as you were about to focus back on Scott, a slap to your face sent you tumbling onto the ground.


With a hand on you cheek you sat up, glancing around the room in fear. Though, you saw nobody. Just like before, the room looked no different though now you could feel some sort of presence lingering that made you feel uneasy so naturally, you tried to go to Scott for comfort.


Before you could fully stand again, you were being knocked back to the ground.


"W-Who's there?" You gasped out, weary eyes wide and filled with tears.


There was no answer, instead an invisible hand slapping itself across your cheek again. You let out a gasp, cupping the pained area while trying to crawl back away until you hit the wall.


There was a brief moment of nothing, a deafening silence settling over the room until the lights went out again and the room was doused in darkness. Your hands were shaking violently now, wrapping themselves around your trembling body in a way to make yourself appear smaller.


When there was a sudden flash of light, you caught sight of a terrifying and dismantled looking face and a hand reaching out toward you before it was smashing your head back against the wall and you were knocked out.


Just like that, it was as if your internal hourglass' sand had run out.


Inhale, exhale.


Scott woke with a gasp, body shooting up from the bed. There was a pulsing pain in his head, and he had to take a second for the pain to settle a little before he finally opened his eyes and looked around his room.


Immediately, he caught sight of you slumped against the wall unconscious. He scrambled over to you as quickly as he could despite his head injury making him dizzy, and settled down beside you.


"(Y/n)?" He mumbled, carefully taking your head in his hands. "(Y/n), can you hear me?"


His bedroom door suddenly swung open, revealing a panting Stiles, Liam and Lydia.


"Is it still here?" Liam asked, and Scott had to take a moment to process his words.


"Is what still here?" He asked, looking over at his friends with wide eyes.


"We don't know much about it," Stiles answered. "But there's a new supernatural creature getting around Beacon Hills. Its invisible, or something crazy like that, but it can make itself visible when it wants to. Its been getting around trying to kill the werewolves, and anyone associated with werewolves."


Scott furrowed his eyebrows at Stiles' words, then it all seemed to click. That must have been what caused the bruise on his head. That must have been what knocked you out.


"Its gone," Scott mumbled, returning his focus back to your unconscious body. "It must have thought it killed us. I-I'm fine, but (Y/n)... She's not waking up."


His three friends scrambled over to crowd around your body, and Stiles immediately pressed a couple of his fingers against your neck.


Then, in barely a whisper Stiles mumbled out a gentle, "Scott, she barely has a pulse."


Inhale, exhale.


Scott couldn't think straight. His head was pounding and his hands were shaking but he still managed to bring your limp body into his arms, desperately running his hands against your face and through your hair.


"(Y/n)..." He gasped. "(Y/n), c'mon, you've gotta wake up. You've gotta..."


"Scott she's dying!" Liam shouted. "We can't just sit here and let her die! We need to call an ambulance or something! Lydia-"


"I'm already on it." She mumbled, her phone in hand beginning to call for an ambulance.


Inhale, exhale.


Time seemed to slow down after that.


Scott didn't move or let you go until the paramedics arrived and forced him to give you up so they could help. They had asked what had happened, but Scott couldn't think of an explanation so he was grateful when Stiles began to babble out how she fell off the bed or something like that.


There was so much noise around him, his ears seeming to be on high alert and picking up on every last word and foot step that passed him and he felt like he was going insane but things immediately quietened down when one of the paramedics mumbled out a it's not looking good.


Then they were sweeping your body away on a stretcher, and Scott's limbs seemed to start working again as he was up and beside you before they could even get you out of his bedroom door.


"You're gonna be alright," He mumbled, gripping gently onto your cold hand. "You're gonna be alright..."


Inhale, exhale.


The ride to the hospital was too long, and it took everything in Scott not to cry when his mother rushed over to him asking what had happened. He tried to explain everything to her, but he was too focused on fine tuning his hearing to the heartbeat monitor they had you hooked up to in the room they refused him entry to.


His mother has promised they'd get her back, that they'd keep her alive, but the monitor didn't sound right and it left Scott in shambles.


It couldn't have even been a couple of minutes later when he heard the monitor flat line, and he swore his own heart stopped beating.


Inhale, exhale.


Seconds passed, and the piecing scream of the monitor was forcing Scott's eyes closed in displeasure. He was about to force himself to stop listening until it changed suddenly.


They'd gotten your heart beat back, and just like that, it was as if your internal hourglass had been turned over again and the sand started to fall as if time had been resumed.


When Scott was finally allowed into your room, you were sleeping but hearing your heart beat monitor beep calmly was enough to assure him you were going to be okay.


Inhale, exhale.


You woke hours later, eyes opening slowly only to see Scott sitting by your bed. He was letting out a sigh of relief, sitting up slightly.


"You had me worried sick," He said. "I'm never leaving your side ever again. No supernatural creatureespecially an invisible supernatural creatureis ever going to get to you again."


You smiled at your boyfriend, "That's okay. I wouldn't mind being by your side for the rest of my life."


"Really?" He asked, seeming genuinely surprised by your comment.


"Really." You confirmed, gladly sitting up slightly when he lent down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

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