"Just... lay down, Scott said that might help..." Stiles heart ached at the sight of you so... god-damn helpless. You were all sickly looking, sweat ridden pale skin and shaking hands as you clutched at his hand tightly... trying to hold onto something and not lose your mind, or ― worse ― your last breath.

A healthy shot of Wolfsbane (which was not healthy at all!) straight to your system was what had you so... sick.

Scott couldn't say how or why you came into contact with the poison... just that Stiles should make sure to stay by his boyfriends side and not even glance away once. The herb wasn't exactly known to be forgiving to supernatural beings.

"Hey, Hey..." his palm settled against your chest, eyes wide and startled when you tried to close yours, "awake. Stay awake."

You were usually all strength and bared teeth, but right now you just looked so hurt...