The Weretiger {Isaac Lahey} #2

S2: Omega

Winter POV

I turn the page of my magazine, trying to block out the overwhelming sterile smell of the hospital.

Stiles is sleeping next to me, his legs across my lap, the rest of him balancing across two chairs.

How? I have no idea.

I yawn, rubbing my eyes with the heels of my palms.

Almost a week of no sleep is catching up to me.

Lydia's dad comes into the hall and stops Melissa.

"They've been here all night?"

Clearly he doesn't know I can hear him.

"They've been here all weekend." She replies, smiling.

"You're dirty." Stiles mumbles, making kissing noises.

I gag, shoving his legs off of me and he tumbles to the floor.

"Ow." He grumbles, sitting up and glaring at me.

I wink, going back to my magazine.

Stiles stands and wanders away to the vending machine we've been raiding all weekend.

I watch him start poking the button repeatedly then smacks it. He wraps his arms around it and tries lifting it, giving up quickly.

I raise an eyebrow at him when he looks over.

"Help?" He asks.

"Nah." I reply, yawning.

He casually flips me the bird and starts shaking the machine.

It topples forward, nearly squishing Stiles in the process.

He looks over his shoulder, horrified.

I laugh, biting my lip quickly.

Lydia's scream scares the crap out of me, the magazine slipping from my hands.

Stiles whips around, already running. "Lydia!"

I follow him into her room and then bathroom.

He yanks back the shower curtain as I inhale, looking at the open window.

"Stiles."

We walk over to it together and stare at eachother.

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"Any other descriptions?" Uncle N finishes as we walk up.

"5'3", green eyes, fair skinned, and her hair is actually strawberry blonde. Winter's a red head." Stiles informs him.

"Is that right?"

"Yeah." I confirm.

Uncle N grabs us by the back of our necks, dragging us away. "Come here."

"What the hell are you two still doing here?" He asks.

"Uh.. providing moral support?" Stiles tries.

"Uh-huh. How about you provide your asses back home, where you should be."

"Okay, we can do that too." I nod.

"Yeah." Uncle N shoves us down the hall.

We don't leave until we get Lydia's hospital gown though.

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I open the passenger door where Scott's sitting.

"Move it Wolfy."

He grins, crawling into the back where Nova is bouncing around.