Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Can I See Him?// Stiles

Stiles has been having nightmares lately, hence him staying up all night. He won't sleep, he'll just sit up all night and do who knows what?

You tried to get him to sleep but he wouldn't, at 72 hours of not sleeping, your body will fall into involuntary sleep deprivation, which means you'll fall asleep without knowing it.

Stiles was already at his 48 hour mark. Only one more day before he starts having hallucinations, starts seeing things, when his body starts shutting down.

You were doing your homework when your phone rang, it was Melissa.

"Mrs. McCall?" You asked through the phone, she never called you unless it was important.

"Y/n, hey, do you think you can come down here? We found Stiles."

"What do you mean found? Was he lost?" You sat up, slipping your shoes on.

"He sleptwalked to the Nemeton and was stuck in a nightmare." Melissa says.

"And no one bothered to call me?" you yelled, getting into your car. "Just completely ignoring the fact that I'm his best friend, I should know these things."

"Just get here when you can." She says and hangs up.

You speed to the hospital, almost running inside. You walked up to the desk.

"Stiles Stilinski." You say to the lady. "Can I see him?"

"Are you family?" She asks, typing in the computer.

"Well, no, but I'm like his sister," you frown. "Please I need to see him."

"Family only." You grunt and sit down in a chair.

Melissa comes out from behind the counter and tells me to follow her.

She unlocks a door as I see Stiles face, his messy hair covering it.

"Thank you Mrs. McCall." You say, giving hee a hug.

"Please stop calling me that, it's Melissa, and lock the door behind you."

You nod and close the door, locking it behind you.

You pull up the chair and sit in by his bed. "Hey Stiles."

You held his hand in yours, his way bigger than yours. "You know, it's nice watching you sleep," you smiled. "Seeing that you're finally at peace, I think we all can sleep now."

You smiled softly at him before pushing his hair out of his face, stroking his cheekbones with your thumb.

"I was so worried about you," you said. "The nightmares just kept getting worse and worse and I-I couldn't do anything."

You tried to blink away the tears. "I love you, Stiles," you said, a tear falling down your cheek. "And the thought of losing you, it eats me up."

You put your head beside his hand, crying softly.

You felt a hand stroke your hair softly. "I'm okay."

You looked up into his brown eyes. You choked on a sob, leaning to hug him tightly.

"I love you too, y/n."

You leaned back as he wiped the tears off his face. "And I'm right here."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. You put your hand on his face, pushing your lips harder onto his.

He pulled back, pulling up the covers to welcome you in. You smiled, getting in, your head on his shoulder.

He pressed his lips to your forehead as you sighed in his shoulder, enjoying the silence.