CELESTIAL [M.T+I.L]

III

In which there is an argument.
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"I think of you when ever I'm alone, so please don't go,"
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It was now the 2nd of August. Malia spent most of her spare time at the hospital, much to the surprise of the rest of the pack. They of course, visited Isaac multiple times, but didn't tend to stay for the length of hours that she did.

"You're taking your goddamn time to wake up," she commented, raising an eyebrow and flopping into The Chair.
"Not that I'm in a rush for anything, but I bet I'm not the only one who would rather you wake up now."

"Anyway... I wanted to say that when you do wake up, I'm probably gonna do something stupid like flip my shit or hug you or kiss you even though we've never had a proper conversation before..." Malia ran her hand through her head.

"It sucks."

She glanced at Isaac again, as if hoping by some miracle he would open his eyes and spread his arms out for her to fall into. No such luck.

Malia took another sip of the shitty hospital coffee. Stiles had offered to knock down the vending machines for her, but then they'd seen the small piece of paper that wardened the fact that he was banned from going near them, after what happened last time.
So shitty coffee it was.

"Maybe if I slap you hard enough, you'll wake up. Or a bite," she contemplated.
"It worked with coyotes, you're a werewolf, so what's the difference?"
She was interrupted from her thoughts by the entrance of Melissa McCall.

"Hey, Malia," she said, giving her a small smile and going to check Isaacs vitals.
Malia nodded a greeting, and took another sip, before making a face and putting it down on the dresser behind her.
"Pretty crap, huh," Melissa agreed.
She checked a few machines and replaced his drip, then sighed.
"Malia, there's something I need to talk to you about."

Malia said nothing.
Melissa moves to perch on the edge of The Chair, to Malias distaste, and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"You understand that Isaac has been on life support for a long time," she started.

Malia mumbled a yes.

"And there are many, many people who might need that life support more than him."

Malias head snapped up.

"What are you saying?" She choked out.

"The other doctors believe it would be for the best if Isaac...wasn't to have the life support anymore." She finished.

"You're turning it off?"

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

Malia stood up angrily.
"Without it he'll die!"
And then it dawned on her.
"But you already knew that," she said, cocking her head to the side.

Melissa avoided her gaze and started apologising again.

"No."

Melissa glanced up, mid sentence.
"What do you mean, no?"

"I mean I'm not letting you turn it off."

"That's not your decision to make."

A small growl escaped malias throat.
"At least give him a chance," she pleaded.
"Time for us to figure something out."

Melissa sighed, contemplating.
"I can try and convince the others... But no promises," she warned.

Malia broke out into a small smile.
"Thank you, Mrs.McCall. I just... I can't lose him."

The nurse gave a knowing nod, before retreating from the room.

Malia looked down at Isaac.
"Now you have no choice but to wake up."