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𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍. He'd just refused to leave. It was his way of protecting the girl he loved but also quite possibly a way to win her heart.
He wasn't alone though as he'd managed to drag along the only person in the entire world that would ever entertain his ideas. Lizzie.
The pair of best friends lay sound asleep in the hospital waiting room. The boy was sprawled across one of the uncomfortable chairs, head hanging off the edge. Whereas the girl lay completely flat out of the floor. Whilst the slight dribble of drool and odd murmurs came from Stiles, the two seemed to sleep well despite the uncomfortable inconveniences.
Melissa McCall surveyed the teens lovingly as she went about her work, chuckling and shaking her head when Stiles let out theatrical snores. A male nurse exited Lydia's room and sighed at the sight.
"They've been here all night?" He asked Melissa.
"They've been here all weekend." The Hispanic woman corrected.
Stiles was the first to wake up at the sound of rustling near him, batting the huge get well soon balloon out the way as he sat up. He took a minute to stretch and adjust to the light before glancing to the unoccupied chair next to him.
He looked around, confused until he spotted the sleeping girl below him. Her curly brown hair covered half her face and her ever-bubbly smile was faintly present on her lips.
"God, even in your sleep you're smiling," Stiles extended his leg out to jab the brunette in her side. "Lizzie. Lizzie, get up."
Eventually, Lizzie awoke to the poking and prodding of a foot.
"You okay?" She asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"Dandy." Stiles stood and held his hand out. "Up please, tiny. I'm hungry."
Lizzie used his hand to pull herself up and the two weaved their way through the hospital until they found a suitable vending machine with the right number of snacks.
Lizzie dug her hands into her jean pockets and searched around for any spare change but only found her lip-gloss and the scrap of paper her and Stiles were using to play tic-tac-toe on earlier.
Stiles spotted the trouble and the unsuccessful dig for money. He fished an extra dollar out of his own pocket.
"I got you." He spoke, making sure to keep quiet as he knew money was a touchy subject.
