Wilder Than Before

Chapter 19

An ambulance arrived soon after Peter took Stiles away. Ylva and Lydia were transferred to the hospital. While Lydia was stable, doctors and nurses had a difficult time stabilizing Ylva. She'd lost more blood, broken a few ribs, and the cuts across her face were deep.

 If she happened to come out of the comatose, she'd be blind in her left eye, and a few years of therapy would be in the future. If she didn't make it... Well, she'd leave her family with broken hearts, and years of therapy.

 By the time Stiles arrived back at the hospital, he didn't bother checking on Lydia. He just ran straight into Ylva's room. As soon as he walked through the room door, tears sprang to his eyes, easily spilling over.

 "Oh, oh god. This- this is all my fault." Stiles ran his hands through his short hair, and kneeled next to her bed. Multiple bandages covered her head, and wrist. Grabbing her hand, he kissed her knuckles, "I'm so sorry."

 "It's-" Ylva stopped, coughing up blood, "okay." Stiles looked up, "I- I can't see."

 She coughed up more blood, and Stiles was breathless. For a moment, he couldn't move, but then started to shout, "Nurse! Nurse!"

 A few nurses came in as Stiles stood. The coughing quickly turned into seizing, and the machines started to go crazy.

 "No... No!" He started to run toward Ylva, but someone was holding him back. Still struggling against the person, Stiles screamed.

 "Stiles, Stiles, they'll fix it!" It was Scott.

 The machines started to beep a little less frantically, but the frantic teenage boy was still struggling from Scott's hold. Breathing hard, a nurse asked Scott to bring Stiles out, and closed the door behind them.

 "No.. Oh, god," Stiles ran his hands down his face, "she's-"

 "Going to make it. Don't doubt it," Scott reassured his friend.

 At this point, Stiles was doubting his friend.

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After about an hour of waiting, the staff flooded out of Ylva's room. They'd stabilized her, although she wasn't breathing herself.

 "Well," Melissa stood in front of the boys, "we had to intubate her, and give a blood transfusion. She's having trouble breathing by herself. At this rate, she'll pull through. If something else happens-"

 "She'll die," Stiles finished, his voice shaking.

 Melissa nodded, "At this point, we're doing everything we can. We called her mother, and we're sending a nurse to tell her father. Is there another person to call?"

 "Her brother." Stiles answered shortly.

 Melissa nodded, motioning to another nurse, "Go tell Agostinelli about his daughter-"

 "I'll do it," Stiles cut her off, already starting to go to the elevator.

 Melissa gave more orders, and Scott just sat back in the chair. Deciding against following Stiles, Scott picked up his phone.

 "Allison- hi," a faint smile traced on his face, "they're both in the hospital. Lydia's just in a coma with no issues... Ylva- she's... She's not breathing. A machine is doing it for her, and she lost a lot of blood."

 "Scott... I'll be there in a few minutes," with that, Allison hung up.

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 It took a few minutes, but Stiles found Ylva's dad. He stood at the nurse's station going through a few files.

 "Uh- sir... I-I don't know how-"

 "Spit it out, Stiles," her dad raised his eyebrows.

 Stiles ran his hand down his face, "Ylva- she's in a coma. She- she lost a lot of blood, and they've intubated her. If she continues to decline she'll-"

 "Oh, my god." John whispered, "Please tell me it's not true."

 Stiles shook his head, "It- it's true. I'm sorry."

John acted like any other father did. Tears fell down his face, and he started to deny it. Stiles couldn't do anything. For a few minutes, John cried, and yelled. But, when he seemed calm enough, Stiles led him to her room.

 The sight was horrible. Ylva was hooked to a few different machines. One breathing for her, one monitoring vitals, and a few different IVs. The sight broke John's heart, and made Stiles' heart throb in pain. All they could do was wait for it all.

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 A week passed. Lydia went missing from the hospital, found in a few days, and Ylva had no change.

 Sheriff Stilinski let Stiles skip only a few of those days.

 "For the last time, no! You are not skipping another day to sit in the hospital!" The sheriff shouted at his son.

 "Dad, ple-"

 "No! Look," he turned to his son, grabbing his badge, "I know you like her, but you need to go to school. You can visit her after."

 Stiles glared at his dad, "What about her? If she makes it through, how do you expect she'll finish school? It's not like I'm missing much."

 The sheriff closed his eyes, going to the door, "You're going to school."

 Knowing he'd lost the fight, Stiles grabbed his school bag, keys, and headed off to Scott's.

 School that day seemed to pass slower than ever. All Stiles could think about was Ylva. She was in a coma because the Alpha was an asshole. Yet, Derek, Scott, Allison, Stiles, and the Argents still couldn't get close enough to kill the bastard.

 Lunch rolled around, and Stiles skipped even buying a meal. He just sat with his friends. They all discussed random things, but none of them brought up the real problems.

 The Alpha is still on the loose.

 Ylva is still sick.

 The second of the two bothered Stiles more than it probably should've, but he ignored it. Angrily standing up, he couldn't wait any longer. He hurried, grabbing his bag, and leaving the table.

 "Stiles! Where are you going?" Scott stopped his friend.

 "The hospital. Give me the notes after school."

 Scott was shocked, "I thought your dad-"

 "He did. Does it mean I'm gonna listen? Oh, and hurry up and find a way to kill Peter."

 With that, Stiles left.

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A/N: Not only is this story coming to an end, but I'm quite sad about the endings. And I have writers block.

 Ya'll know the drill.

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 ~Mae