Sinister
(adj.) giving the impression that something harmful or evil is happening or will happen.
"𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨�...
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Chapter Eleven
Dakota was currently walking into the hospital, just minutes ago she got a call from Stiles saying his dad was going to die.
She immediately fled from Scott's without a word and made her way there. She got to the right floor only to see Stiles at the front desk talking to a woman sitting there, she grabbed his shoulder and he instantly pulled her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight.
"I'm so sorry, I came as quick as I could."
He pulls away and looks at her, "It's fine, I'm just so glad you're here."
Melissa is then walking towards them, "I'll take care of everything." She tells the nurse at the desk, then she's grabbing the clipboard and pulling the both of them to the side. "I texted Scott, he's coming as soon as he can. I can call the others if you want me too."
"No, don't call anyone." Stiles replies with a shake of his head, "Dakota is all I need right now."
"Is there anyone that I need to call?" The lady at the front desk asked, "A next of kin?"
"No." Stiles says, "It's me. It's just me."
Melissa frowns, "I'm gonna go see how your father's doing." She squeezes Stiles' shoulder, "Everything will be alright, I promise." And then she's walking off down the hall leaving Stiles and Dakota to walk into the waiting area.
The two of them sit down in the chairs and she throws her arm around him as she leans her head on his shoulder as he hangs his head and holds his folded hands to his lips. "Your dad's gonna be alright, Sti."
He sniffs, "How do you know?"
She lifts her head from his shoulder, "Because I know he's a fighter, he's not gonna die from this."
Stiles looks over at her with tears in his honey brow eyes, "I hope you're right, Kota."
She looks at him intently as she threads her fingers through his hair, "You know what I think would help you?"
He wipes his eyes with his sleeve, "What?"
"A nap."
Stiles snorts, "You think sleeping will help me?"
"Well, it's either that or sitting here letting your thoughts eat you alive."
Stiles purses his lips, "I guess you're right."
"I am, now lay your head onto my shoulder and close those pretty brown eyes of yours."
