RENEGADE | "You wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody." - Big Red Machine
In which Ainsley Dunbar transfers to a new school and learns secrets about her new friends, her town, and herself.
Teen Wolf
Seasons One to Six
Stiles Stilinski x O...
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"And the fever begins to spread from my heart down to my legs." ---
"And another one bites the dust!"
I stare down at the dinged-up, red Nintendo DS in my hands, mouth agape as the screen displays Mario as winning the intense game of Mario Kart. Slowly, my head turns to my left, where Liam sits doing a victory dance. I blink a few times, letting my eyes fall around the room as I draw out my dramatic silence.
"You seriously can't let me win one game?" I ask my brother, gesturing to the DS in my hand.
Liam shakes his head. "Nope," he says. "You have to win fair and square."
"I am in a hospital bed," I remind him, gesturing next to my body, still clad in the blue gown I've been living in since Friday night. "You can't let me win once?"
"You just need to be better at playing if you want to beat me," Liam says easily, shrugging his shoulders like it's nothing.
Raising an eyebrow, I throw the DS down by my feet on the bed. "Okay, that's it, come here," I say, starting to push myself up out of the pillows I've been leaning back against.
"You're gonna tear your stitches open!" Liam exclaims as he gets up out of his seat, furthering himself from my reach.
"I'll risk it," I reply, continuing to maneuver to the edge of the bed. I had been taken off of all the IVs and monitors the day before, so I'm able to move freer than I had been previously. "Come here, I'm gonna tear you open."
Liam laughs loudly, jetting across and out of the room before I can even get my feet on the cold, hospital floor. With my brother gone from the room, I sit on the edge of the hospital bed, feet just reaching the floor. My hands are set behind me, holding my body up, but careful not to stretch too much because of the stitches on my side. It's Sunday night, and honestly, after being cooped up in the hospital since Friday night, with hardly any entertainment besides trash reality television, my copy of Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland, and Liam, I'm ready to go home and sleep in my own bed. I go to slide off of the bed completely, just about to fully plant my feet on the ground, when Mom enters my room, holding out her hand when she sees me.
"Don't move," Mom tells me.
I release a sigh, slumping my shoulders. "Why?" I whine, my voice pitching up an octave.
"I have to go and sign the discharge papers," she answers as she walks toward me. In her other hand is a small, clear container filled with red Jell-O. "I'll be back in a little while, but for now, you need to eat something." I take the Jell-O wordlessly, and she tucks a piece of dull blonde hair behind her ear. "Maybe take a shower so you don't have to do it when you get home."
"Okay," I agree as I watch her.
As soon as she gets to the door, Stiles is on the other side of it. He looks semi-surprised by her appearance, his eyebrows raising toward his hairline and his shoulders just about reaching his ears. "H-Hi, Mrs. Geyer!" he greets, a little too enthusiastically. I close my eyes, releasing a breath as I bring my hand to pinch the bridge of my nose. "I was just – I was just coming to see...how Ainsley was – coming to visit and see –"
