#bhhs

Transferred from Wattpad.

Revised so it may be different a little... okay it’s a lot different.

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You were in the room where the dogs were locked up at you uncles veterinary. You were trying to feed a liter of puppies that were abandoned at the door step. You thought they were pure labs. There were at least 5 of them. You picked one up and pet it. They were really small and didn’t look too healthy, after your uncle checked them out and made sure there weren’t any actual heath problem with them.

The baby puppy in your hands was trembling, they all were. Huddling together for some heat. 

"Awe, you are all so cute. Why would anyone ever want to abandon you guys?" You talked to the whimpering puppies, they're sounds pulling at your heart strings.

"Y/n? What are you doing down there?" You uncle Alan call out once he walked into the room of cages filled with dogs.

"Just wanted to try and comfort the abandoned puppies." You said with a sad face, you wore your heart on your sleeve. You care too much in some cases, these puppies were one of those times.

“Well like I said, they were probably taken away from their mother too early, give them water mixed with crushed rosemary and-"

"And thyme. Gotcha!" You said standing up and following him out. You set the puppy on the stainless steel table, something about this pup made you immediately connect to it. As you crushed the herbs to powder, Scott came in. He saw the whimpering shivering pup and felt almost in pain for him.

“Is this one of those puppies you told me about at school?” He asked, petting the puppy and taking his pain away in the process. 

You stood there watching him in awe, you felt as if your heart grew twice it’s size.

You cleared your throat, pushing down your feelings for the werewolf that stood in front of you. “Help me bring in the rest of the litter?” 

He nodded, following you into the room and grabbing the rest of the puppies. As you picked up the pups and handed to Scott, he could tell that seeing these puppies in such distressed caused you heartache. He wanted nothing more than to take the pain that you felt at the sight, but that wasn’t even possible. Because it wasn’t actual pain, you just cared so much.

When you went back into the exam room, the puppy that was left there sat in the exact same spot where you left him. He cocked his head to the side once seeing his sibling in your arms, immediately standing and wagging his tail. He looked better, just by Scott absorbing a little of his pain away.

Once you placed the puppies on the table with their brother, you went back to crushing mixing the powder.

"What's that you are mixing?" His voice low, almost a whisper, standing closer to you.

"Rosemary and thyme."

"Why?" Scott began to pet and take a small amount of pain away from the pups, you mixed some water into the powder then transferred the mixture into a bigger bowl of water. 

You pulled your attention away from the werewolf to stir the water, making sure it’s mixed properly.

"Rosemary fights off cancerous cells. Thyme helps with respiratory problems. These new born puppies seem to have some problems." You voice shaky but soft, looking up at him with sad eyes. Scott placed his hand on your back, his thumb tracing random shapes in a comforting effort.

You leaned into his shoulder, content with the atmosphere in the room.

"I like that about you, you know that?"

"Mhm?" You asked, confused.

"You don’t care what people have done before they meet you, you only care about how they are after. I’ve never seen you angry at just about anyone. I don’t know how you can care so deeply." He sighed, as he leans down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“It’s...” He breathed in your scent, stabilizing his thoughts before continuing. “Y/n, you inspire me to help anyone I can, you inspired me to look after this god forsaken town”

His words making you blush, but not caring that he saw. He could tell how content you were in his presence. You stepped on your tip toes, letting his forehead rest on yours, then your noses touch. He was leaning in to kiss you, and you were too.

"Scott, we’re gon-"Stiles slammed the door open, making you jump back and yelp in surprise. Your heart rate racing faster than it was just moments before.

Shyly, he mutters “Sorry y/n.”

[cheers from the students]