SIGHT || Teen Wolf (Stilinski)

02||Sleepwalking

Chapter 2

On day three of my hospital stay, a knock on the door came and in walked Doctor Myers with a woman I had never seen before.  The Sheriff walked in behind them and I smiled at the familiar face.  Sheriff Stilinski had been with me since I was found.  He visited me as many times as he could in between work and home and had even gone so far as to get me clothes to change into when I would be able to leave the hospital.

I tilted my head and put my smoothie down, curtesy of Sheriff Stilinski.  "Hello."

The doctor lifted my chart from the end of the bed and flipped through it as the woman sat in the chair next to the bed.  Sheriff Stilinski took to the other side of my bed, where he squeezed my shoulder fondly.  Doctor Myers marked something off on the chart before setting it back down and looking to me. "Ms. MacGregor, this here is Ms. Martin.  Seeing as you have no memory of who your family is, we had to find you a temporary one to stay with.  The Martin's were gracious enough to volunteer for this."

I looked to her and was met with a kind smile. "Hi Phoebe, it's so good to meet you.  I heard about what happened and when the Sheriff asked me if I could take you in I couldn't say no.  I have a daughter your age named Lydia, she'll be helping you adjust to life here and help you to get back on track."

I nodded awkwardly, absolutely not happy about staying with complete strangers, but, not wanting to be rude, I smiled to her.  Doctor Myers asked me a few questions after that before telling me I would be discharged tomorrow and that this would be my last night taking the medication he'd been giving me to help me sleep easier with the pain in my leg.  He left me with the Sheriff and Ms. Martin who I conversed with until Ms. Martin received a call.  She politely excused herself and left into the hall.

I turned to Sheriff Stilinski sourly. "Why can't I stay with you?  I don't want to live with Ms. Martin."        

He sighed and sat on the bed beside me while taking my hand. "I wish I could, but I've already got a troublemaker son on my hands and I don't have the time on my hands to watch you as the hospital would like."

I nodded in understanding as I stared down at the sheets. "Your son, his name's Stiles, right?  Does he—does he go to school too?"

The Sheriff nodded with a chuckle. "Yes he does.  When I signed you up for Beacon Hills High I made sure you two had some of the same classes.  You and Lydia also share a few classes, but I made sure none of them were too advanced.  You can always change you schedule if you don't like your classes.  I'm sure you'll fit in just fine."

I squeezed his hand. "Thanks.  Oh and, um, would you mind not telling everyone I got attacked by something?  Not even Stiles.  It would really help with my transition."

He nodded with a smile just as Ms. Martin came through the door and with an apologetic expression she said, "I've got a last minute subbing at the school.  I'll come by tomorrow to check you out, okay Phoebe?" I nodded and she gave me a hug.  I stiffened, but she didn't seem to notice. "Will you be staying with her Sheriff?"

"As long as I can, I'll be here.  I'll give you a call if any new information on her comes up." He said and with that she left the room with a final wave.  I sighed and gently laid back down on the bed.  The Sheriff moved to the chair on the other side on my bed. "That bruise doesn't look too bad anymore."

I reached up and touched the bruise on the side on my head gently.  It had been an ugly purple for the past few days, but it had gradually lost that color and was now just an off green.  Thankfully, I could cover it with my hair.  When I had taken a shower the first day I stayed at the hospital, I got to look at myself for the first time.  It was strange, looking at someone you'd never seen before and knowing it was you.  I stared at myself for a long time, touching my pale face, blinking and widening my large blue eyes, and playing with my glossy, red hair.  It was similar to Ms. Martin's hair, but mine was lighter, curlier.  My hair reminded me of fire, a fire that licked the edge of the deep ocean in my eyes.  I inspected my body, finding it strange that I actually looked good.  I had pictured myself with a frail, thin body, but, as it turned out, I was anything but that.