Your eyes were heavy and hard to open. You felt an unusual pressure on your left hand. Once you were aware of your surroundings, you realise Stiles is the cause of the pressure. He was holding your hand as if it was the only thing allowing him to stay sane.
"Stiles" , you croaked. Your throat dry from being unconscious.
"Y/N! Oh my God ! You're awake ". You sat upright in the bed in just enough time to be engulfed in a hug by Stiles.
"You should have told me Y/N , we could have stopped something like this from happening." Stiles said releasing you from the hug.
"I'm sorry" you say as tears began rolling down your cheeks," I just didn't want anyone involved."
"Y/N , it's okay" Stiles said bringing you join for another hug. Allowing you to cry into his shoulder until you felt okay again.
"Y/N while you were out we decided since your father is going to prison, you are going to move in with me and Isaac is going to move in with Scott!"
