Until The Very End

Chapter 14

Text Post-Stiles and Derek

From: Bear
Hey babe, so I was thinking tomorrow I could get you and we would go out for breakfast. Then I could take you to school?

To: Bear
That sounds great but I can't. And I'm not going to school tomorrow. I have to get an MRI and a bunch of other tests I have to get done, yay.

From: Bear
What for?

To: Bear
They want to make sure I don't have frontotemporal dementia like my mom did. My dad's all worried about it. You can come if you want, Scott is gonna be there.

From: Bear
Alright. You're okay though, right?

To: Bear
I guess.

From: Bear
What's wrong?

To: Bear
I'll tell you later. I don't really want to talk about it right now.

From: Bear
Okay..do you want me to come over?

To: Bear
Please?

From: Bear
On my way love.

Next morning-Text Post-Scott and Stiles

To: Pack Mama
Hey. Do you want anything from McDonalds?

From: Pack Mama
No thanks, Scotty. Derek's making breakfast. He's coming today btw.

To: Pack Mama
I know he's coming.

From: Pack Mama
How?

To: Pack Mama
He's always with you? I just kind of always expect you guys to be together.

From: Pack Mama
I feel safe with him.

To: Pack Mama
You should. I'll see you in a bit. Don't be late.

From: Pack Mama
I'm gonna be late.

Scott POV
I was waiting at the hospital for Stiles and Derek to show up. Stiles' dad was supposed to be meeting us here and my mom was growing impatient. I saw Derek and Stiles walking in hand in hand.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Always." Stiles responded, following my mom.

Stiles was sitting on the bed as my mom, his dad, and Derek were in the other room.

"Scott," he said before I left.

"Yeah?" I asked, "You okay?"

"Just...what if something happens?" He asked.

"Nothing is going to happen, Stiles." I told him bringing him into a hug.

"What if I want something to happen?" He mumbled into my shoulder.

"Why would you..." I started, ignoring my mom call my name.

"I don't know." He dropped his head

"Scott..." my mom called again, "We need to start."

I followed her out seeing Stiles drown himself in worry as I left.

"Mom, I don't think he's okay." I said getting a questioning look from her. "I think he's depressed..."

"I'll scan for signs if it'll make you both feel better. Otherwise just be there for him, okay?" She said. I nodded turning back around to go inside. "Make sure he knows you care." She continued before going to start the MRI.

Stiles sighed putting in headphones, laying down on the bed. He gripped tightly at the hospital gown, eyes scrunched up as he waited.

Please, please be okay Stiles. You need to be okay.