Anchored

Chapter 1

I rubbed my eyes and leaned my head back onto the wall. I'd been awake for at least 22 hours, now in the hospital waiting room. I looked over and saw Scott nervously pacing back In forth in the corner. Derek was sitting silently looking down. Malia was lying across four chairs asleep. "How could she be asleep at a time like this?" You said to yourself quietly. Deaton was just staring blankly ahead. You looked to your side and saw Sherif Stilinski biting at his nails impatiently, he looked over at you and whispered "He has to live. Lydia, I don't know how I could survive without him." You gave him a sad smile and rubbed him shoulder. There wasn't anything you could say to make it better so you just stayed silent, alone with your thoughts. "How did this even happen?" You thought to myself. I thought back to the night before, everyone except Stiles had been turned the opposite direction and suddenly you heard stiles yell "NO." Brunski had pulled the trigger on the gun towards Scott. It seemed almost like it happened in slow motion now that you think back on it. Stiles had jumped in front of Scott to save him. He fell to the ground abruptly as Sherif Stilinksi shot Brunski from the back. "STILES!" Scott screamed as he fell to the ground to help his friend. He had a bullet hole through his shoulder really close to his heart. "SOMEBODY HELP US" you yelled as she fell down to stiles and grabbed his hand to hold it and started to cry. "His hearts beating really slow, C'mom stiles stay with me, please stiles." Scott begged. You saw Sherif Stilinski running towards Stiles. Malia sat down next to Stiles and immediately called 911 as she kissed him on the forehead since they were dating. In a weird way that made you really jealous because at that moment all you wanted was to be able to kiss him on the forehead. The ambulance came within 5 minuets. And 16 hours later were all sitting here and still no news on if he is ok.