Once Bitten (Teen Wolf, Isaac/Stiles)

Stiles presses a hand to his abdomen. He feels like his guts are going to fall out but he knows the cut wasn’t that deep. It feels it though. All the cuts feel too deep.

He’s lost a lot of blood. He knows that, like he knows water is wet and the sky is blue. There’s nothing he can do about it but try in vain to stop the continued flow.

He’s dizzy. Weak. Stumbling.

The rain is wet on his face. It soaks through his clothes, making them heavy, another weight dragging him down, trying to force him to the dirty concrete.

He doesn’t know where he’s going, just that he has to keep moving.

Keep moving.

Stop bleeding.

Keep moving.

There was somewhere he was going. There was somewhere he needed to go.

Stiles stumbles. He’s kept from falling by the help of a brick wall.