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#9 The Pack/Stiles Stilinski - Things Always Seem To Come in Threes

Italics = thoughts in your head
Y/b/n - your brother's name
Y/b/f/n - your best friend's name
Y/f/c/n - your favorite cousin's name

Warnings: suicide, PTSD, death

Loss is a powerful thing to deal with, especially when someone is young, and you had to be one of the many that had to go through this. The strong emotion of grief you had to deal with in a short period of time was too much for you since you always had a bubbly and happy persona that never seemed to fade. Because of this, you felt you needed to keep up that reputation at school and around your friends, even after everything that had happened to you when, deep down, you knew you were completely and utterly broken inside.

Currently, you are in her room, attempting to work on your homework, when your mind started to wander to that night you lost your brother.

*flashback*

You were sitting in a chair beside your brother's bed in the hospital, watching his breaths in rhythm to the beeps of the heart monitor. He's in here because he recently had gotten into a severe car accident and had to be admitted for internal bleeding. A couple of minutes, only a couple of minutes went by, and the monitor started to go haywire. Quickly, you sat up, not knowing how to react to something like this. "Y/b/n?" you questioned, concern lacing your voice.

With no response and the nurses coming in, you knew to fear for the worse.

"Is he going to be okay?" Please tell me he'll be okay," you pleaded.

However, you got no direct response and only got thrown out of the room by Scott's mom.

"Y/n, I'm sorry but you can't be in here right now." Melissa explained. "We'll let you know what's going on once we are sure."

With tears threatening to fall, you nod your head and sit on the floor, with your back against the wall, right next to the room your brother was occupying. Each second out there was painful to bear when you knew this could be the last time you'll see your brother.

And it was the last time you saw your brother because Melissa walks out, looking like she might cry herself moments later. "I'm sorry, y/n," she said sympathetically.

The tears from your eyes started to fall as you looked up at her. "No..... No, no, no, no, no...... NOOOOO!" you sobbed out. It was loud enough for heads in the waiting room to shoot up towards the sound, their hearts shattering in the process.

*end flashback*

You were brought back to reality when you heard your phone ring beside you. You looked over yo see who was calling and saw Stiles' name appear. "Hello?" you said upon picking up your phone and answering the call.

"Y/n, where were you? I've been calling for hours," Stiles said, clearly frustrated.

"I, uhh.. was doing homework."

"Homework?" he questioned. "This late at night?"

"What are you talking about? I've only been working on homework for..."

You looked at the time on your phone and it read 1 in the morning.

Did my mind seriously wander for that long?

You put the phone back up to your ear. "I mean, it was literally 6 pm a moment ago."

A slight pause.

"Are you okay?" Stiles says after a few seconds.

"Yeahh. Why do you ask?"

"Because this isn't the first time this happened."
"Well, I'm fine. But, thank you for your concern."
"Applying your fine means the exact opposite."