Another Chance | STYDIA (ENG)

5.

A picture appeared to my eyes that you don't see every day. I saw a man my mother had just spoken to. He entered the room and walked over to the woman who was sitting in a chair next to the hospital bed with her head down. You could see that she was all jittery. The woman was in her forties, had dark hair, and was dressed in jeans and a plain T-shirt. A man similarly - jeans and a short-sleeved T-shirt - it was evident that they were about the same age. He had dark hair, was quite tall and reasonably well built. He walked over to her and touched her shoulder with his hand, and she turned toward him and then got up. They exchanged a few sentences, and the woman, as if with every word, every sentence that the man said to her, became more and more depressed. She began to cry and, with a wobbly step, sat down again next to the bed on which the boy was lying. You can see their son. However, what surprised me the most was that I knew this boy. It was Stiles! I couldn't believe it, but it was really him! I felt tears coming to my eyes.

"These are Mr. and Mrs. Stilinski. " My mother pulled me out of my thoughts. I quickly wiped away my tears so my mother wouldn't notice them and turned towards her.

"What? " I asked.

"I told you about them. "

"What? When? " I didn't remember my mother ever telling me about them, she laughed slightly at my reaction.

"Don't you remember? I told you that I went to school with Claudia..."

"How was I supposed to know that... Never mind... "

My mother watched me closely.

"Lydia is everything... " She began, but didn't have time to finish.

"Yes. " I replied interrupting her. "What happened to their son? " I couldn't wait any longer with this question. It's true that Stiles told me that he had an accident... But was it really so? Did he tell me everything? It was obvious that he was hiding something from me... Maybe that's what he meant?

"Come on. " Mom said, then grabbed her hand and pulled with her.

As I expected, she led me inside the room. To the room where Stiles and his parents were located. We went inside and came closer to the grief family. I walked unsteadily after my mother, looking at the bed on which brunet was lying. Teenager was connected to a respirator. He was as pale as a wall and had bruises under his eyes. When Stiles' mom saw us, she immediately came up to us, forcing a slight smile, but despite trying to hide her sadness, it was still visible. She hugged my mom and then turned to me.

"You must be Lydia. " She said in a soft voice.

"Yes. You know me? "

"Of course. I went to school with your mom. " She glanced at Natalie. "She told me a lot about you. "

I didn't answer anything but smiled slightly. I looked back at Stiles. His dad was sitting next to him and whispering something to him, probably asking him to wake up. Again I felt tears coming to my eyes, but I tried to hide it.

"What are you doing here?! " I was scared, but I immediately recognized the voice behind me.

I looked back. Stiles was standing behind me, and it was obvious that he was waiting for an answer to his earlier question, but I didn't speak.

"So you say... " Stiles' dad began, who had just walked away from his son and walked up to us. "That his condition.. It is unchanged. No improvement? And it does not deteriorate for him? " Said in a broken voice.

"I'm so sorry... " Mom replied. And when she saw Claudia's tears, she immediately added. "But his condition is stable. You must not lose hope. "

"It's easy for you to say..." Mr. Stilinski replied.