Chase Them Away ➳Scott McCall {2}

Preppy

TW: JUST A LITTLE SMALL PART ABOUT BEING SUICIDLE, BUT IT WAS JUST A LITTLE MENTION.

ALSO A LITTLE BIT OF A MAKEOUT SCENE

That was one hell of a long five minuites.

I managed to lift the lids of my eyes, they didn't feel so heavy anymore and I looked around trying to figure out where I was.

I heard the beeping machine next to me and I saw the IV stuck inside my arm, I also could hear a snoring Stiles and a heavy breathing dad.

Like father like son. I looked to see that I was in a hospital room, damn theese beds are confy, can I have one in my room.

Why am I here again?

I try sit up and then I feel this huge pain in my lower stomach towards the left. Holy shit now I remember. I got shot.

That's so cool to say! Now people really know not to mess with me.

"Can I die next time please!" I groaned and the both of them flinched waking up as they saw me laying in bed.

But they both seemed happy to see me not dead, damn I thought Stiles would be happy to see me dead. He would be able to knock down the wall to our room making them his huge room.

"How are you feeling kid?" Dad asked as he walked up to me smiling down towards me, oh he's so mad. I can sense it.

"Like I got shot. I'm sure you know the pain, can we shoot Stiles so we can be the family who gets shot, sounds way better than the sheriff and the saarcastic twins."

Should I be rambling this much, what drugs did they give me. Whatever it is they need to give me more, it's quite calming.

"I'm not getting shot." Stiles shook his head not taking the offer as he walked to the other side of the bed looking down on me grinning.

"Ugh, it sounds way better than the Stilinkis, or the sheriff the hot girl and the retard." I teased and Stiles was getting mad by the second.

"Can they put her back to sleep please?" Stiles said creasing his eyes towards me and I just put on a huge smile.

"Wait, I don't want to get surgery, no this is probably going to cost way to much money. Can they put the bullet back, I'll do surgery on myself if I have to, at least I have a chance of dying this time just-"

"Oh my god, shut up!" Stiles ranted, yeah I should probably shut up. I'm starting to think they gave me a little bit too much of the drugs.

"I'll go get you some food." Dad told me placing a kiss on my forehead walking of and I sighed looking towards him, he probably has so many bills to worry about.

"Hey can I ask you something?"

Stiles said furrowing his brows towards me and I looked up at him nodding, he's using me to his advantage now that I'm drugged up. Oh he's smart.

"Why did you tell Scott not to take away your pain?" Stiles asked and I let out a small sigh. Of course he told him.

"I didn't want the easy way out." Was that the truth, a little, maybe it was because I wanted to feel what Aiden and Allison went through, but there pain was ten times worse. Or maybe I just wanted everything to stop.

"Max, you could've died. I can't have that okay, I'm never letting you go out fighting again." Stiles lectured and I scoffed rolling my eyes towards him.

"Finally! I get some rest, yeah you don't have to stop me from helping you whenever your in trouble, but your always going to need me, I'm way to amaizng for you guys not to need."