Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Sixty Seven

"I'm completely and totally fine," Stiles said, trying to get past me. I put my hand on his chest, pushing him back to the bed. He sat down, my hips pressed to his legs. I shook my head at him.

"No way. You completely and totally have a concussion, Stiles," I replied. My mom leaned her head in the door.

"Lie back down. The doctor said you're not leaving without a CT scan," she said, her cheeks turning a little pink. She cleared her throat.

"We still haven't paid for the last one—"

"Don't worry about it," I said quickly.

"Meredith is at the station. Your dad said it could take some time, but he will get her to talk. And even if I let you go... What would you do?" Mom asked him. Stiles sighed, lying back in the bed. I ran my hand over his cheek, as he blinked up at me.

"Okay, fine. Can you do me one little favor?" He asked. Mom leaned over near me.

"Anything," she said. Stiles smiled lightly at her.

"Can you get me a tape player?"

"Like, cassettes?" Mom asked. Stiles raised his eyebrows.

"Yes. Tapes."

"Yeah, I'll see what I can do," she replied.

"Okay, tapes though, please," he said, correcting her. She glanced back, as she walked out the door.

"Cassettes," she said, closing it. I looked down at him, running my fingers through his hair. He took my hand.

"Really, I'm alright," he muttered, embarrassment making his ears turn red. I smiled playfully at him.

"Awe, Stiles. Do you not like it when the attention's on you?" I cooed. He pulled me down to him, kissing my lips. I smiled against his lips, and he pulled away. He winced, and my face dropped with concern. "Are you alright?" I asked quickly.

"I'm really fine, Y/n. You've had so much wor—"

"Again, this isn't a competition. If you didn't notice, I have a little more supernatural help... Speaking of which," I said, picking up his hand. He shook his head.

"You don't need to," he said quickly. I smiled lovingly at him.

"I want to, Stiles. Just for a little bit. Let me help," I murmured in his ear. I kissed his cheek, and then his neck, as I helped him fall asleep. He was out like a light, and I sighed with relief. I sat back in the chair, feeling a bit drained myself. I still didn't understand how that whole thing worked. I felt tired when I wanted someone else to feel tired, but I almost never fell asleep. I'd have to figure that out with Deaton eventually. I got a text from Scott. He let me know that he found Satomi's pack, and he was taking them somewhere safe. He'd need my help to protect them though. We would need all the help we could get.

I looked at Stiles, my fingers running over his hand. It was almost mindless now. Every chance I could get, I had my hand intertwined with his. Every time we would separate, it would feel like the end of the world. I heard a gentle knock on the door, and it opened. I looked up to see Malia standing at the door. I stepped out into the hallway, shutting the light off behind me.

"I heard he almost got killed," Malia muttered, staring past me. I nodded, leaning against the wall.

"You also almost got killed," I countered. She gave me a small smile.

"Thanks to you, we're still alive. I guess he has you to thank for that too," Malia said softly. I shook my head.

"Parrish would've found him either way. I'm just the help."