Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Eighty

A/n: Ayo, you guys. These new chapters are under construction still but I wanted to make sure you guys got another update before too long. Working on this as well as a separate (wayyyy more detailed) version of the story with an actual OC. I know my reader insert style is a lil rough, but it's all a work in progress.

That said, enjoy! Xoxo ~ Happy Holidays 🎁❤️

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My eyes flashed open, as I went to sit up, I felt Stiles' arms slip from my sides. I looked down at him, and he was snoring like a bear. I gazed at him for a moment, humored by his completely relaxed expression, before going into the bathroom to freshen up. Admittedly, I looked better than the day before, but my one eye was a little bloodshot from the previous night's events, and my lips were still cracked to hell. Seriously, where the hell was some chapstick when you needed it? I washed my face off, and slid on a fresh sweatshirt and pair of leggings. I threw my hair back into a half up-half down bun, and I brushed my teeth. I heard the door creak open, and I heard my name being whispered.

"Y/n— Are you awake?" I heard my mom say gently. I peaked my head out of the bathroom door, holding a finger to my lips. I quietly followed her out of the door, and she crossed her arms, raising her eyebrows at me. "You're trying to let him sleep? Aren't you the injured one?" She asked. I shrugged.

"He needs it. He looks worse than I do right now," I replied dryly. Mom looked over my shoulder before nodding in agreement. "Any news?" I asked, my voice dropping slightly. She nodded.

"He's alright. He's getting stitched up now. I figured if you were awake, I'd tell you. It's gonna be at least two hours until the anesthesia wears off. I also brought you this," Mom said, handing me my phone. The amount of missed calls and texts were crazy, as I scrolled through it briefly before wrapping my arms around Mom's shoulders.

"Thank you, Mom. I know I don't say it enough," I whispered. She tightened her grip around my waist for a moment before we separated.

"Is... Is everything going to be alright between you and Scott?" She asked with concern. I sighed, and she patted my cheek affectionately.

"Yes. He just— He really hurt Stiles, Mom. I told you... I told you about what had happened... A little bit, at least. But it was worse for him, so much worse, and Scott— He just believed Theo. Even after we told him not to, even after I told him not to— I just— It's gonna take time, y'know? But obviously I still have his back. That's why I was there last night," I promised, offering her a fake salute. She rolled her eyes.

"I know... I figured based on the look of shame he had. But— Y/n, I don't know if I like this idea of the forced memory share—"

"He did the thing Theo did to me but on another kid... I think you met him— Corey," I said quietly. Mom's eyes widened slightly, as I totally ratted my brother out. She closed her mouth, and let out a hefty sigh.

"Fair point- but I'm required to tell you that—"

"Two wrongs don't make a right. I know, Mom," I muttered. She kissed my cheek before leaving me there. I turned back in the room, closing the door gently. I felt warm liquid leaking out of my nose, and I quickly stalked over to the sink. I tried to quietly pull down a paper towel out of the dispenser to no avail, the loud clacking noise of another paper towel taking its place filled the room. I heard Stiles startle from his sleep. I turned, paper towel to my nose, and I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Morning— Your Dad just—," I began as I felt another flash of dizziness. I grabbed at the counter, hitting it with my bad hand, as the flash of weakness just about knocked me to the ground. Stiles was immediately on his feet, his arm wrapped around my waist. I blinked up at him as he stared back at me with concern. "—He's out of surgery. All seems to be well. Two hours until anesthesia wears off," I finished listing off the important stuff, as my nose continued to bleed. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to still myself.