I sat in the waiting room, waiting for me to be able to see him. Not only Stiles' father but Stiles too. I know this has to be hard and I don't want him to have to go through it alone.
I haven't seen Malia here at all. You would think that if your boyfriend's dad was dying and doctors couldn't help him, that you would be here for, moral support at the very least. I've been sensing some things wrong with their relationship. Its been going on for a while. Whenever Theo is around, Malia's heartbeat rises. I may not be a werewolf, but I can sense their connection. It's almost like they are perfect for each other.
"(Y/N), you can see him how," Mellissa told me, stopping me from thinking any farther on the subject and directing me to his room.
My hands were shaking. He had to be okay if I was allowed to see him, right? I'm the only one of Stiles' friends that stayed in the waiting room. Granted, Lydia was in the hospital herself and Scott supposedly went off to fight the Dread Doctors, and I wanted to be there, helping, fighting along side them, but I knew it would be best for me to stay here. Stiles left for a while to help Scott but I stayed in the hospital. He told me if anything happened I was supposed to call him. I had his number on speed dial.
Melissa opened the hospital room door and I saw Stiles on his knees next to the bed with his head lying on his dad's lap. When I walked in, Stiles turned to me. He had tears in his eyes but none had managed to fall down across his spotted cheeks yet.
"Y/N," Stiles said standing up and wrapping his arms around me. "Is everything okay?" I asked him. "Yeah," he mumbled into my hair. "He's gonna be okay. We're gonna be okay." Tears then started to build up in my eyes. Stiles held me out at arms length to look at my face and saw that I was crying. He took his slender hand and raised it up to my cheek, his thumb wiping away the only tear that managed to escape.
"Sheriff," I said walking over to the bed, taking off my small crossbody bag. "I'm so glad you're okay." I told him, truthfully. I leaned over to give him a hug and he returned it as strongly as he could.
As I stood back up I heard footsteps and turned to face the door. Scott walked in first, "Oh my gosh. I'm so glad he's okay." He walked over and gave the Sheriff a hug. "It's good to have you back." Sheriff laughed as best as he could. He still wasn't able to talk very well from the near-death experience he just encountered.
Malia walked in after Scott and didn't look at Stiles once. I walked over to stand next to him instead of his father. She gave him a quick hug and scurried to the other corner of the room. The doctor came in and started talking about the recovery process but Stiles wasn't paying attention. Malia was staring at him from across the room. It wasn't an affectionate stare either.
She always got mad whenever Stiles and I hung out together. We had been friends since the eighth grade. I always had feelings for him but he always had feelings for Lydia, he says he has gotten over that now. He says that he will always love her but it will have to from a far. Anyways, Stiles always told me everything. He would've told me if him and Malia were having problems. At least I thought so.
Stiles was feeling uncomfortable. I could tell because his eyes kept darting around the room and he put his hand on the back of his neck. Those are his tells. Every once in a while Stiles' gaze would drift to me. I was looking at Malia with a disgusted face, who was looking at Stiles. When Stiles' hand went up to scratch the back if his neck again , I grabbed his arm. "Everything is going to be okay," I whispered. He looked down at me and grinned.
Then Maila growled. Well, it wasn't exactly a growl. It was more like a snarl. But I reassured Stiles again and he grabbed my hand finding comfort and safety he knew would never leave him. I looked up to him and gave him an apologetic smile.
When the doctor finished talking Malia stormed out of the room and gave him, us, another snarl. Stiles' father "fell asleep" and Scott left the room leaving just me and Stiles. Stiles turned to face me. He looked like if you touched him he would break. He was squeezing my hand.
"Y/N, there's something I need to tell you," he said looking down at the floor and taking my other hand. "What was that about?" I asked him pointing to the door. My heart was racing. Stiles was holding my hands. Sure, we did that everyone in awhile but, never infront of his girlfriend and only for a couple seconds. Unless they weren't dating anymore.
No, no. That can't be. Come on, Y/N. Stiles is never going to like you like that. He only likes Malia. He loves Malia.
"Well..." He said slowly still not looking up at me. I saw tears start to fall from his eyes and hit the top of his gray Vans. I let go of his hands and held his face up to mine. "Stiles," I said looking him in the eyes. "Everything is going to be okay. Just... Tell me what's wrong."
He waited a second to answer, trying to swallow his sobs. "Malia and I... We...We kinda..." He couldn't finish his sentence.
"You kinda what, Stiles?" I said softly.
"We kinda broke up."
My heart ached for him but it was happy at the same time. I know he really liked her but, now he can figure out if he likes me.
"Stiles...I... I'm so sorry," I tell him. I pull him in for a hug and put my head on his shoulder.
"It's fine," he said wiping his eyes. "Stiles, you seem you seem pretty sad. Are you sure you're fine?" I ask. "Yeah," he said smiling, taking my hands again. "because now I get to be with you."
That was my first completed Imagine so I hope you guys liked it. Many more to come in the future!