Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Sixty

I stood in Liam's hospital room, my arms crossed. The doctor had just left, and he was watching me with confusion.

"Uh— Y/n. Not that I mind, but why are you here?" He asked. I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Because my idiot brother and idiot boyfriend probably broke your leg," I sighed. I looked at him with a small smile. "But you did almost kick their asses, which was fun to watch," I offered. He looked at the ceiling.

"Yea— And now I'll probably never do it again," he muttered. I shook my head, patting his shoulder.

"I'm sure you'll heal just fine," I said. I touched his head for a second, letting him feel a little better and a little tired. His eyes closed, and I left him for a moment. Scott stood out there, and I noticed Stiles wasn't with him. I craned my neck and Scott sighed.

"He had to leave— said he had something to do," Scott said quietly. I patted Scott's shoulder. I felt like the pat-police. I was comforting everyone in sight, and it was exhausting.

"It's not your fault, y'know? Wolf or no wolf, you're still a dumb teenager. We do stupid shit sometimes," I comforted. He raised his eyebrows at me.

"Like run away during the middle of the night after having a nightmare?" He said. I rolled my eyes.

"Not letting it go, huh?"

"It's only been a day, and Stiles still says you haven't talk to him about it," Scott retorted. I gave him an irritated glance.

"Well— I thought we would tonight, but it looks like he has other plans," I mutter. My eyes widened with realization. "Oh no— Malia!" I said, remembering we were all supposed to study tonight. Scott's eyes widened with surprise.

"That's where he went?" He asked. I stared off into space for a second before looking back at Scott.

"Yea— Yea I guess so," I muttered. Was I jealous before? Absolutely not. Malia seemed like a trusting friend. Now? After almost maybe-murdering my boyfriend? I was feeling a tad insecure. Scott patted my shoulder, and I shook him off. "I'm sooo not having this talk with you," I said. Scott's phone rang, and I walked off— looking for our Mom. I went up the elevator, and looked around. I saw her going into a patient's room, and I walked towards her. I heard a weird noise from within the room, and I heard her gasp. I felt a flurry of emotions at once, but one overtook the others: Fear.

"Mom?" I called, walking into the room. I saw a kid standing there. The kid from my dream. His face was bloody, and I looked down at the half-consumed Deputy on the ground. I covered my mouth. "Oh that's just wrong," I whispered. The kid looked to me.

"I'm hungry," he roared. He grabbed onto my mother's legs, and she screamed. I quickly grabbed her arms, pulling her towards me. I kicked the kid in the face. He roared at me, and I screamed back at him in response.

"Get off!" I screamed. I saw an intestine lying on the floor, and I just about threw up right there. I pulled Mom back behind me, and I held the kid back, his mouth snapping towards my face. "No— no, no no, bad monster!" I yelled, as I barely held him off. I tried to make him tired, but nothing worked. I couldn't make any emotion project or anything. I heard a roar down the hallway, and I saw Scott running towards us. The thing clawed my face, leaving a long claw mark down my neck. I groaned in pain, as my mother screamed my name. Scott dove onto the monster, throwing it down the hallway. "Go, Mom! Go!" I ordered. She looked back at us, and I took a deep breath. I looked back towards the monster, my eyes glowing. Mom took off down the hallway, as the being threw Scott into the wall. He took off.

"What the hell!" Scott shouted. I pulled him up quickly, and we took off towards the thing. I ran up the stairs and we got up to the roof. The monster-kid-face-eating-thing had Liam in a chokehold.