All in the Timing (a Stydia AU)

Chapter 11: Anything For You

Stiles POV:
"What do you mean she doesn't want to see me?"
Ms. McCall gave him a sad, almost understanding, look, "I'm sorry Stiles, but I can't let you see her. Only family."
Stiles threw his hands up, "I just saw Allison go in for like... the third time today."
Melissa put her hand on his shoulder, "Please don't make this harder for yourself. Cause I will handcuff you to that chair if I have to." She pointed to one of the waiting chairs near the entrance of the hospital.
Stiles sighed and ran a shaky hand through his cropped hair. It wasn't like he was going to pester Lydia about what happened yesterday, or do anything to make her feel uncomfortable; he just wanted to be there for her. He wanted to see with his own two eyes that she was okay. Of course, he had spent most of the night sitting in a (dreadfully uncomfortable) plastic chair pulled up to the left hand side of her bed, and she had seemed steady then. But he wanted to see her awake and looking around (everywhere but directly at him) with those beautiful green eyes, so he would know they were still hers. And he wanted to make her laugh so she could feel, even for a second, that not everything was so shitty in the world right now.
He also wanted to heal the aching feeling in his heart that seemed to appear every time Lydia wasn't with him. Maybe that was a soulmate thing? Maybe Lydia was feeling it too! Even more the reason to see her. He didn't want her to be in any more pain then she should be in with a mild concussion.
Stiles reluctantly agreed to stay put and reassured Melissa that extreme measures wouldn't be necessary. "Where would you even get handcuffs anyway?" Stiles called over his shoulder as he made his way back to the green waiting chair he had been sitting in prior to his conversation with Melissa.
"I didn't get nothing out of you dad from all those play dates." Melissa hollered back. Stiles could hear her smile as she talked.
Stiles rolled his eyes playfully and plopped down into his chair. His butt was actually starting to ache from all the sitting and waiting. He didn't mind though, cause when Lydia actually did want to see him, he would be right there.
It could've been hours before Allison finally slipped out of Lydia's room again. Stiles hadn't been paying attention to the time, especially since he had apparently fallen asleep at some point, so he wasn't totally sure how long he had been sitting in that chair. Judging by the horrible crick in his neck, it had to at least been an hour.
"How is she?" Stiles questioned, springing from his chair.
Allison, instead of answering, grabbed his wrist and steered him in the direction she had come from. She had a sort of guilty look on her face, like she was doing something she knew she shouldn't be.
"Allison?" Stiles used his free hand to attempt at rubbing away the ache in his neck, "What's going on? Is everything okay? Are you okay? Is Lydia okay? Where are we going? Why do i feel like we're about to do something illegal? Is this supposed to-"
"Shhh!" Allison covered his mouth with her hand and pressed him against the wall, out of sight from the oncoming Melissa McCall.
"That was weirdly intimate." Stiles smiled cheekily as soon as Melissa had rounded the corner and Allison had uncovered his mouth.
She smacked the side of his head lightly, "don't be weird."
He tried his best to look serious then, and crossed his arms. "So are you going to tell me where you're taking me, or not?"
This time, when Allison started walking, she didn't have to tug Stiles along behind her. He walked on her right side, confused and interested enough to keep up with her.
Allison sighed, "She told me not to tell you about this-"
She. Lydia Martin.
"Tell me about what?"
"Let me finish!" Allison hissed and turned the corner, "She said something about her heart... aching ever since you let go of her hand last night."
Stiles' eyes widened. So it was a soulmate thing; Lydia had felt it. He didn't know whether to be relieved or worried about her.
"She said it was nothing when I asked if I should go get you, but I could tell it was really bothering her." Allison continued, talking quickly. "When she fell asleep, a little while after, she kept tossing and turning and pressing her hands to her chest. After a few minutes, I woke her up because she looked like she was in serious pain. Stiles, I've never heard of anything like that happening. Of course, when I'm not with Scott, there's always the dull ache, but i've never... Is it normal to feel it in your sleep?"
Stiles shrugged solemnly. Was this his fault? He was her soulmate, and she was in pain because he wasn't with her, right?
"She fell back asleep again, like, 5 minutes ago and that's when I came to get you. She needs her sleep, but I don't want her to be in pain." Allison stopped in front of a door, 'Room 123' Stiles read, and looked at him. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
He gulped and nodded, his eyes flicking between her and the door. He was eager to go inside and reclaim the chair on the left side of Lydia's bed. "You're worried she'll be mad at you for getting me." Stiles concluded.
Allison bit her lip, "It's a risk I have to take, right?"
He nodded again and gave her a genuine smile, "Thank you. For, you know, telling me and bringing me here."
She wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt at comfort, "It felt like the right thing to do."
Stiles felt the urge to hug her but it was probably too early in their, almost non-existent friendship for it not to be weird. Instead, he just gave her another grateful smile and quietly slipped into the hospital room.
Lydia was most definitely not sleeping peacefully. As Allison had described, she was tossing left and right with a pained expression on her face and her hands folded over her heart. Stiles felt his own heart surge at the sight of his soulmate. He scrambled towards the chair he had practically slept in last night, trying hard to not knock anything over or make noise.
As soon as he had laced his fingers through Lydia's, her pain seemed to drain away. Stiles remembered watching Scott use his werewolf powers to take a womans pain away, over the summer. There had been a car pile up and she had to wait before being treated because her condition wasn't as severe as some of the others. Scott had sat next to her and held her hand, until all her pain had disappeared from her body and into his. The look on her face had been incredulous and so, so grateful.
Stiles smiled as Lydia breathed out a content sigh and turned to face him.
He felt like he was healing someone. Him. Stiles. The human.

He decided to study Lydia's face then. He had never been in such close proximity to it, it was almost overwhelming. Or at least, it would've been if she didn't look so relaxed. Her perfect, zit free skin was a pale porcelain color with the remains of yesterday's make up barely smudged under her eyes. Her long eyelashes we're fluttering slightly as her mind traveled through dream-land. Stiles wondered what she could be dreaming about. What did girls dream about anyway? Shoes? Hair products? The mall? Teenage vampires that sparkle in the sunlight?
Stiles had once had a dream about a sparkly vampire (who may or may not have been Derek Hale)... It was weird.
Stiles was, thankfully, shaken from his thoughts when he felt Lydia's hand squeeze onto his tighter. He looked down at their hands, laced together perfectly. Her hand was so small. Smaller than any hand Stiles had ever held. Somehow it fit her perfectly. Lydia Martin: the smallest girl with the biggest personality.
Stiles smiled fondly and used his free hand to stroke her hair gently. Lydia leaned into the touch, even in her sleep she seemed to enjoy the sensation of someone playing with her hair. Stiles had to keep that in mind for the future.
'What future?' His subconscious scolded.
Stiles shook his head, he couldn't think like that. Not now. Cause right now, he was with her, and she needed him whether she wanted him or not.
Stiles, before he could decide against it, leaned in and planted a tender kiss on her forehead, "I'll be right here when you wake up, Lyds." He whispered, "I'll always be here."

Lydia POV:
Lydia woke up to sunlight streaming through her windows. Instead of feeling like shit, like she had the past 2 times she had woken up, she felt strangely... Weightless.
Jeez, what kind of drugs did they give her?
She looked to her right for her best friend, who had been there when she fell asleep, but Allison's seat was empty. Lydia sighed; she was probably at school. The clock on her bedside table read 8:15 and it was wednesday. Unless she had slept through a couple of days; Lydia wouldn't put it behind her.
She reached to rub the sleep out of her eyes,but her left arm was... pinned down. Lydia scrunched her eyebrows and tried again, but she could only lift it about 2cm. She turned around and there he was. Stiles Stilinski was slumped down in one of those terrible hospital chairs, chest rising and falling steadily and one hand clasped tightly around her own. Lydia let a small smile creep onto her face. He looked so cute like that. With mussed brown hair and a little pout from how his other arm was holding up his head. He was wearing the same clothes Lydia had seen him in last, which was kind of gross but also kind of sweet because it meant he hadn't even gone home once.
Lydia groaned quietly, what had she gotten herself into?
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She didn't remember falling asleep but she probably would never forget how she woke up. Lydia gasped and arched her back in pain. She grasped the fabric of her hospital gown frantically, right over her heart. Tears were falling down her cheeks before she could stop them.
She saw, through the blurry mess of tears, the sheriff and Stiles halfway through the doorway. Stiles's dad had a firm grasp on the back of His son's collar and looked to be dragging him out. He quickly let go, though, in shock. Stiles didn't hesitate before striding across the room, back to Lydia's side.
Maybe it was the terrible pain in her heart that did this or maybe it was something else, but suddenly they weren't close enough together. Lydia pulled Stiles down onto the hospital bed next to her and stuffed her head into his chest. There was absolutely no space between them then, almost like they were one person. She could tell Stiles was uncomfortable or maybe just extremely surprised because of how stiff he was.
Lydia sobbed into his chest, "P-Please Stay."
Stiles hesitantly and ever so gently wrapped his arms around her, "I'm right here, Lyds. I'm not going anywhere."
Lydia smiled through her sobs. He was so warm and comfortable, almost the complete opposite of Jackson. Jackson was always cool and sexy, she always felt like she had to sit up straighter around him.
"You're okay." Stiles whispered, "You're going to be okay."
She didn't know if he was reassuring himself or her, but it made her heart shutter. She exhaled shakily and let the tears stop.
Lydia was already nodding off again within 5 minutes. Though she wasn't really surprised. Everything about being wrapped up in Stiles's arms was so... Secure.
"Thank you." She whispered under her breath, almost to herself.
But she knew he heard it because a few seconds later he whispered, "Anything for you, Lyds."
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A/N:
Hey guys!!!!! Wow i feel so bad for zero updates im the worst human (lolz cause my username)
It's another just Stydia chapter woohoo! Just cuteness, no angst (for now mwahahahah)
The song: Anything for You - Ludo inspired this chapter. It's such a stydia song listen to it while reading this!

So between the time i updated last:
-school started
-teen wolf ended
-I went 2 a 5sos concert (if any of u guys like them idk)
-went on a (not) date....... Again
-TROYE SIVAN'S ALBUM CAME OUT. ITS SO GOOD. ITS CALLED WILD GO CHECK IT OUT.
What hav u guys been up to?
ily guys and thanks for reading!! I'm gonna start writing the next chapter today so hopefully another update next week. U guys r da bomb.com
Xx Lizzie