liam x malia + "i don't know what to do"
Malia growled in frustration, tears hot and stinging her eyes, as she looked down at Liam - Liam, who shouldn’t have even been here in the first place - blood gushing out of the wound in his side too fast for his healing to be able to stop it.
“I don’t…. I don’t know what to do.” She choked out, her hands shaking where they were holding his jumper up to the worst of the injury, blood still managing to seep through the fabric and onto her hands.
She couldn’t breathe. Every inhale would just taste like copper and blood, mixed in with the scent of Liam’s fear and pain, causing Malia to groan out in stress and desperation once again.
He was falling in and out of consciousness, his eyelids fluttering and breathing raggedly - often interrupted by a wet cough - but Malia didn’t know how much more he could take. She blamed herself, really. She shouldn’t have told him he could’ve come along to help her find her mom. But he was so curious, and also trying so hard to make everything up to Scott, and of course Malia had to give the teen some slack - besides, they’d only be checking out a cold lead.
Or so she thought.
“Liam?” Malia asked, the air too still and silent, and she heard him let out a soft grunt, his energy being exerted on trying to heal. Malia’s knees ached from kneeling down for so long, and her neck could do with a stretch, but Malia feared that taking her eyes off Liam for even a second would be the second she’d lose him.
In the distance, Malia could hear a howl, and she tightened her hands on the jumper still clamped to Liam’s side in desperation as she heard his heartbeat begin to speed, almost erratically, before coming to a stop.
Malia let out a scream.
