Teen wolf imagines

Stiles- No matter what

A/n I apologise for my inactiveness for the past couple of months. I have been through a lot in the past year and I lost the motivation to write. However I am back now and due to summer I will hopefully be writing more. Thank you all for staying loyal to this book, and my two others.

-Madfangirl37 xx

I am ill. 

Don't think that I don't know that. 

But I want to live, I want to explore the world. I want marriage, kids and to grow old. 

I guess I just don't want to die. 

These thoughts and so many more are stirring around my head as I sit there, waiting for seven O'clock to come. You see I have got into a routine, one I cannot get out of. 

I wake up at six am, and not naturally or by choice but by my little brother who shakes me awake with a new sarcastic comment each morning, to go downstairs and sit on the sofa where my mum reads me the new medical developments whilst dad makes me an organic hospital approved breakfast. And then once that is over I switch on the Tv and watch some crappy cooking show until my brother goes to school, not before hugging me goodbye, and my dad departs to his office. I then move back upstairs, to change in my room with the help of my mother, before we go to the hospital for group therapy and then varied appointments. Mum then decides she wants a 'treat' for lunch, despite the fact that we do it everyday and I know it is her pregnancy cravings, we stop for pizza. By this time I am both physically and emotionally exhausted so we go home and I sleep until five. Dad wakes me up and makes yet another organic meal before leaving to the office again with instructions to study. And that is what I do, until seven o 'clock rolls around where mum leaves for night classes, and my brother and dad are at training for some sport. And the very second seven hits my clock there is a knock at the door and I suddenly no longer want to be miserable, to wallow in self pity, to die. 

And that is exactly what happened tonight, seven hit my clock and Stiles was at my house, in my room, distracting me as if his own life depended on it and not mine. 

"Stiles," My voice was soft, causing him to look up from our intertwined hands, and his lips broke out into a gentle smile. "What do you think it is like, dying?"

He sighed, switching position from lying on his side to lying on his back the bed dipping under his weight, our intertwined hands now on his stomach. His eyes searched the celling, as if he were looking for an answer, before he turned his attention back to me. 

"You know how much I hate those questions." He shifted his head slightly, turing it so his ear was pressed against the mattress. 

"Stiles," I whispered, my breath gently brushing across him as I spoke. "Please."

He opened his mouth, as if he were finally about to answer me, but his phone chimed. Sighing, he loosely let my hand go, using his fingers to pull his phone out of his pocket.

"It is your dad, apparently theres an accident on the road and they won't be back for hours. He asked if i could stay the night," At my sharp intake of breath he paused, his usually soft orbs wide as he looked at me. "Only if that's okay with you." 

I nodded, it wasn't as if Stiles had not spent the night before, I mean we have been together for years, but he's never spent the night while I've been this sick. 

"Okay so what do you usually do after I leave?" His voice broke my thoughts, and I sat up running my hands through my hair. 

"I shower, and watch some TV in bed usually, as I don't have the energy to do anything else." I shrug, my fingers playing with the covers. 

With some purpose, his back straight and a smile on his lips, Stiles grabbed my hands before gently pulling me upright. My hip bumped against his as his arms wrapped around my waist, his forehead resting against mine. 

"Shower it is." He grinned at me, such a child like grin it made my heart pang and in that moment I knew I needed to tell him. But before the words could leave my mouth, he placed his lips on mine in only a quick short kiss, before he bent down scooping me into his arms bridal style. A giggle escaped my lips as he peppered kisses all over my forehead, slowly walking into the bathroom. Carefully he set me down on the shut toilet seat, reaching over to turn the shower on, pulling his shirt off in the process. 

"What are you doing?" I couldn't help my reaction to seeing him shirtless, and despite how dizzy and weak I felt I was beyond attracted to him. 

"Taking a shower what does it look like." He winked at me as he leant into the shower, extending his hand in order to take the temperature. Nodding to himself he came and knelt in front of me, his fingers gently taking the hem of my shirt and lifting it over my head. 

Before I got sick Stiles had seen me naked a number of times, but nothing prepared me for the look on his face when he saw how I had changed. My once beautiful curves were gone, I was too thin with my ribcage sticking out of my skin, bruises covered my sides all the way from my  hip to my breastbone. I looked away from him, tears forming in my eyes my bottom lip slowly trembling. 

"Hey, Hey look at me," Gently, ever so gently, Stiles used the pad of his thumb to tilt my head towards his. "I love you, all of you, don't ever forget that." 

"I love you too." I breathed, resting my hands on his bare shoulders pressing my lips against his quickly. He grinned at me, running his hands through my hair before removing the rest of our clothing. Lifting me up from the toilet he placed me in the shower, his warm body shortly joining wrapping his arms around my torso in order to keep me upright. 

Using his hands he brushed the water over my head, my neck automatically tilting back as he did so. Guilt washed over me as his hands massaged my head and I took a step back almost tripping in the process. 

"What is it? Do I need to call someone?" The concern in his tone struck me like a bolt of lightning. And so I shook my head, my tears mixing with the showers water. 

"I need to tell you something," My voice broke along with my heart as tears fell from my cheeks and onto the bottom of the bath. "The doctors, they um, they said theres no chance of me surviving the next surgery."

"But I thought that surgery was the last hope-" Stiles broke off, realisation sinking into his features, tears in his eyes. "Oh y/n." 

Carefully he pulled me into his chest, one hand supporting me the other stroking my hair soothingly. My tears had now stopped, my eyes too sore to produce anymore, taking in that this could be one of my last moments alone with him. 

Stiles whispered in my ear, the only words that I've ever needed to hear and despite knowing what was coming ahead I took in this moment. 

"I love you, no matter what."