Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Hurt// Stiles

You were cut when an Oni attacked you at home. You're mom was at work so no one knew you were bleeding out on your kitchen floor.

3 hours.

You were laying on your kitchen floor for 3 hours before your mom came home. She was a lawyer in a town 4 hours away. You felt as if you were slowing falling asleep and you couldn't keep yourself awake.

3rd person pov:

"She's lost over 4 pints of blood," the doctor was cut off by y/m/n sob. "But, she's gonna be okay."

There were multiple relieved sighs around the doctor.

Y/n was in and out of consciousness, not realizing where she was or even who she was.

Then Stiles bursts through the doors.

(End 3rd pov)

"Where is she?!" Stiles yelled. "Where's she at?"

Your mother tried to calm him down but he was too worried.

"Can I please see her?" Stiles asks. "Five minutes."

"Fine," your mother said, calling Melissa McCall over.

You heard your door click open, looking up to see Stiles with red puffy eyes and a broken smile.

"Hey." Your voice was croaky and hoarse.

He sat down in the seat beside your bed, tapping his foot quickly.

"I thought I lost you," he says, wiping his face. "And it..hurt so much, it-it was like my entire world crashed around me."

"I'm okay Stiles."

"No, no you're not. You're sitting in a hospital bed, half drained of your blood, you were dying because of me," he starts crying again. "I couldn't protect you."

You grabbed his hand, giving it the hardest squeeze you could muster.

"God, I love you so much." He presses your hand against his lips.

"I love you too Stiles." You smile weakly.

The door opens and it's your mom. "Stiles, c'mon times up."

"I'll see you tomorrow, I love you." He smiles, kissing your forehead before exiting.

I think your both were relieved after seeing each other.