a/n: here's your part two to car crash, enjoy me explaining how people say things cause thats a lot of fun :)))))) hope lives up to the quality of part one, I actually had no intention of a part two but y'all wanted it and I aim to please! lots of love to you guys, we're at 15k reads (wtf) and 588 votes (WTF) xxxx thank you so much!!!
You watched Lydia, fast asleep in the chair beside your bed. The truth was, for as much as you had tried to get some sleep and really wanted too, those dreams were just thoughts, circling around in your brain. You had been keeping an eye on Lydia to make sure she was really sleeping. You'd hate to have to explain why you were leaving once you eventually left. She's criticise you for prioritising a boy over your own health, but you just couldn't help yourself.
You thought of how he was before last night. He was gentle and sarcastic and brave. He was funny and caring. You remembered those sweet moments you had shared. The time he taught you how to drive his jeep or the time you saved him from a panic attack and he made you feel secure. You weren't ready to say goodbye to him, but you had a feeling you wouldn't have to.
"Lydia?" You whispered. No reply. You hummed under your breath, hoping that she wouldn't move and she didn't. With one, deep breath, you were reaching out one leg at a time onto the cold floor beneath you. You kept your eyes on Lydia, making sure you wouldn't wake her in the process. With both feet placed flat on the ground, you carried for the door. You were careful to tiptoe quietly, praying that there wasn't a loose floorboard or a creaky door.
Slowly twisting the handle and cringing at the sound of the nooks turning, you carefully pulled the door open, rushed through and closed it slowly. You took a minute to release a breath you didn't realise you had been holding before progressing on.
You knew the area of Beacon Hills hospital all to well. This wasn't the first time you were creeping around in the darkness trying to find your way to someone. You knew the levels like the back of your hand. You knew that if he was in the ICU he'd be on the third level and you remembered that they kept a log of all the patients staying on the floor in the janitors closet which you had, of course, broken into on numerous occasion.
You were swift to get on your way and arrive at your destined location. The halls were empty and the darkness brought a cool breeze you hadn't felt earlier. You were worried you might've bumped into someone, but it was too late for the doctors to all be roaming around and there weren't any other emergencies that needed tending to.
You stared at the door. Room 312, 3 for the level and 12 for the twelfth room on the level. You hoped that his handle would be as silent as yours, but there was something keeping you from going inside.
You fiddled with your fingers, nervous that you would be broken by what was inside. You didn't like seeing Stiles in pain. You thought of him as fragile, but after last night you knew he didn't want to be. Your hospital slippers were soft on your feet and you considered just sliding away, but you couldn't leave now that you had made it this far. You place your hand on the cold door handle and prepped yourself for entering the room. You pictured lots of different tubes and bandages everywhere, which did not help your mental state.
"(Y/N)?" You cringed at the sound of your name in an all too familiar voice.
"Hey Melissa," you tightened your hospital gown around your body as you faced her. She looked concerned, but very official with her clipboard in her hand. "I see you're working the night shift."
"I see you're out of your room," her eyes browsed over the clipboard and you considered this your opportunity to slide away.
"I just-" you had been thinking of a lie, something to get her off your case, but she was giving you that 'mum' look that she already knew everything, so you decided it wasn't worth. "Melissa, I have to see him," you melted in her arms as she wrapped them tightly around you. Your head rested on her shoulder as she patted your back for some comfort.
"You could've asked, (Y/N)," she began, muting the tone of her voice slightly, "he's not up here anymore, in fact its quite supernatural of him," she smiled, pulling you out to her arms length.
"He's out of the ICU already?" She tilted her head for you to follow her through the hospital maze.
"I was just coming to change his name on the roster, but he's down stairs with you." She was headed towards the elevator as you trotted on behind her. "Honestly, he's obviously not doing as well as you, but we finished operating on him hours ago and he was in a stable enough condition to be moved down stairs." She clicked the buttons and stepped in as the doors began to open.
"Can I see him?" You sounded like you were begging.
"(Y/N)," she dragged, her tone suggesting that it wasn't the greatest idea, but one look at you from her clipboard and she nodded her head.
You followed her down the dark hallway, passing by your room and praying that Lydia was still fast asleep. "Here," she turned the door handle ever so slightly that you couldn't see inside.
"Thanks, Melissa," you couldn't help, but wrap your arms around her in a sweet embrace. She smelt like strawberries and vanilla. She pulled away, moved some hair out of your face and smiled as she lead you in.
There he was, laying, looking completely lifeless, just completely peaceful. You had to watch the rise and fall of his chest to believe he was really alive. Melissa had closed the door behind you, just leaving the two of you in amicable silence.
"Stiles?" You whispered out to him to check if he was awake. He didn't move. You tiptoed over to him, happy that there was already a chair placed by his side.
"Stiles," you breathed once you laced your fingers with his. "Oh, Stiles." You watched the breaths fall from his slightly parted lips. You gently laid your head on the side of his bed, the steady and calm rise and fall of his chest enough to put you to sleep.
• • •
"(Y/N)?" Your eyes shot open and you used your shoulder to the best of your ability to wipe away the drill.
"Stiles?" You mimicked his tired voice as you turned slowly to face him. You pulled your sprained wrist on the bed and saw the pain in his eyes.
"I'm so sorry, (Y/N)," his voice was delicate as if he had accidentally offended you and was scared you might leave him.
"Stiles," you tried to reassure him and there was a glint of hope in his eyes.
"I shouldn't have gotten so worked up about all that stuff in the car, I put your life in danger and... I'm so sorry, (Y/N)," he speaks after a few moments of silence, but his voice drags so low you might've missed the last part.
"Stiles," you're trying to find the words, "you're only human," he shifts in his place, "but that's not a bad thing. With all these supernatural were-animals, they need us humans to bring them back to Earth, Stiles." You watch his lips purse as he processes your words. "Besides, your wit is worse than their bites anyway." A smile cracks on his face and your glad there is the morning sun to illuminate the room.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N)," he apologises again.
"Stiles, if you don't stop apologising," you threaten and his whole face is beaming now. You watch him ache as he moves over slightly, patting the space he freed for you.
You swing your legs over the bed and flinch slightly as you forget about your wrist. You see that he's about to apologise again, but you glare at him and he doesn't utter a word. He wraps an arm around you and you lean your head on his shoulder.
"So-" you begin before the door flies open with a flushed Lydia storming through.
"You had no idea how worried I was, (Y/N)!"
a/n: sorry this didn't come out sooner and I'll only be posting on sundays now that I return to school for my final year! hope you can forgive me, but there will be special occasions that I will feel obliged to post twice in a week :)))) lots of love xxxx (mainly because I won't have time to write lots sorry again)
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