dylan o'brien imagines

where are you? pt. 2

oh my gosh, thank you guys so much for wanting more. I really appreciate that, and thanks to sourstiles for helping me out.

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Y/N Point Of View

My eyelids were heavy as I tried to open them. In fact, it was about impossible to open them. To say I was scared would be an understatement.

Of course I wouldn't be able to move any of my limbs either. This is just peachy.

All I felt was the slow movement of my stomach, indicating that I was still alive. Slightly muffled voices were easy to be heard, farther away from where I'm laying.

I don't remember why I'm here, or what happened before then. Finding this frustrating, I thought long and hard about it.

Okay, I remember that Stiles was a douche bag and left me at his house, then had me walking in the rain.

Oh, then the complication with Lydia and him. Just thinking of that is making me want to wince, which I'm incapable of, currently.

I remember Stiles' voice.

"Y/N!"

Well, now I'm aware of why I'm here. I'm not that pleased about it either. What if no one visits me? What am I going to do in the meantime, listen to rhythmic heart monitor?

I could now hear silent sobs. Whoever it was, I felt bad for them.

"Is she going to be okay? She has to! This is my baby, she can't-" The voice abruptly stopped, a choked cry following. Of course I knew that voice anywhere, so I automatically thought of my mother.

This probably has her stressed out and that's the least I want from her. She has to provide for the family and this is only making it worse. I can help but feel crappy for doing this to her.

"Ma'am, she'll be stable for a while. By now, she should be able to hear us and feel what's going on around her, but that's all I can really say. All we can do is hope that's she's fighting to wake up. We know for sure she has the potential to do so, all were waiting for is some kind of motivation." What I'm assuming was the nurse, tried to comfort my mom. Soon after I heard a door open and close.

Throughout the day, people visited and nurses checked up on me. I felt reassured to know that so many people cared that I was in this situation.

There's this feeling deep inside me that feels lost. How am I supposed to get through this? When people are in a coma, you'd expect them to be in it for years. At least, that's what I think.

All day I was waiting for him, an explanation maybe. I miss hearing his voice. I miss him joking around with me and him being his goofy self. I miss Stiles so much.

By now, it was most likely night. I can't really keep track of time in this state, but people haven't been coming in here for quite some time. I've been occupying myself, by trying to sync the heart beats on the monitor, to the rise and fall of my chest.

I heard the door open once again, followed by dragged footsteps across the floor. Suddenly I didn't feel so alone, when someone lightly grabbed my hand. Their fingers interlaced through mine, and it was giving me a sense of comfort. Little tingles traveled up my hand and I tried as hard as I could to grasp the person's hand back, soon giving up.