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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄
the hospital
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AS her foot taps against the tiled floor, her top lip finds itself stuck between her teeth as she chews on it, anxiety settling in her veins and taking root in her body. She hasn't heard anything on Harry since she arrived. All she knows is that he's alive and that he's going to live——as far as they know. But when your anxiety has been increased tenfold for the whole night and you've been chased by an alpha werewolf, been on the brink of an anxiety attack, and your energy is completed depleted from being in a depressive episode and running around for hours, your mind tends to focus on the negative possibilities.
Like, what if he doesn't live? What if he gets better and then suddenly takes a turn for the worse? What if the doctors are lying to her and he's not going to live and they're just telling her he will to make her not worry?
She can't even find the will to fight the thoughts, simply accepting them as the hurricane in her mind gathers up more and more dark thoughts as the time goes on.
Her eyes are closed as she keeps the back of her head pressed against the wall, trying to ignore the beaming lights shining down from the ceiling. One hand is under her hoodie that one of the deputies had given back to her before she left for the hospital with Stiles' dad, drawing circles on the fabric of her shirt.
The ride to the hospital was silent, the radio faintly playing——Maddie couldn't even find it within herself to sing along to any of the songs she liked. She was trying so hard not to cry, keeping her eyes to the window, not looking over to Noah even once, knowing the instant eye contact would have him automatically ask if she was okay and she would start crying. He had walked with her into the hospital, asking for someone to check her wrist before also asking for information on Harry. Unfortunately, even though he was the sheriff of Beacon Hills, it didn't give him access to Harry's medical information since he wasn't his legal guardian——leaving Maddie with the information that he was simply alive.
Her right hand rests flat against her thigh, trapped in a black split after she was treated for a sprained wrist. There was some bruising beginning to form and she only noticed it then in the light of the hospital. The nurse had offered her painkillers to help with the pain but she had declined, something she's regretting now. It's only a dull ache, something that's made worse when she moves her wrist, but the ache is constant. That's what makes it painful.
Every time the clear doors had opened, her attention was grabbed, hoping that it would finally be her Aunt and Uncle but it seemed that luck was never on her side. All she wants to do is go home, wake up and start a new day where this didn't happen. Harry would wake up with function in both his arms, not having gone into the school tonight— that reminds her of the fact that she is now without a phone. A silent groan hums in her throat. How the hell is she going to explain that?
The next time those doors open, she tells herself she's not going to look. She's run out of patience and has given up hope on the people she actually wants to walk in will walk in. But as soon as Maddie hears the door being pushed open, the faint shrill of sirens getting louder, her head turns and her eyes instantly fall to the man walking in.
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Empathy ⌯ Stiles Stilinski
Fanfiction❝ the way he looks at her, i don't think he's never looked at me that way ❞ ❝ maybe you just weren't looking ❞ High school is supposed to be hard. The homework, the socialisation, the worry of deciding your future. At least, that's what's supposed t...
