SIGHT || Teen Wolf (Stilinski)

16||Close Quarters

Chapter 16

Before I knew it, I was packed into the back of the Jeep, hightailing it out of there with Stiles and Scott. Scott's head was stuck out of the window as he sniffed out Derek, who was on foot chasing after Jackson, and called directions out into the air. Allison had been left with the duty of getting Lydia home and I could only hope that Lydia didn't freak out on her. I'd hate to be taking that kind of blow on my own.

"Right right right!" Scott yelled, making Stiles jerk the wheel and throwing me into the side of the car harshly. We entered an alley at top speed and Scott shouted into the car, "Stop!"

I groaned as I was flung between the two front seats and glared out the front window. I sat up, looking at the device on the ground in confusion. "Who the hell put a stinger out here?"

Stiles groaned, not noticing Scott running out of the car. "What do we do now?"

"I guess we wait." I sighed, hopping into the passenger's seat as Scott hopped the fence and ran off.

"I can go around, see if we can find another way in—" The sound of my phone ringing cut Stiles off and I took it out of my chest pocket, looking at the unknown number hesitantly.

I sighed and gave Stiles a thumbs up as I hit the answer button. "Hello?"

"Hi, it's Melissa McCall. Is this Phoebe MacGregor?" Came through the other line.

I furrowed my brows in confusion as Stiles began driving around. "Oh, yes! Hi Ms. McCall. Is something wrong? This isn't you're number..."

"Oh, right. I'm calling from the hospital. This actually has to do with your appointment." She said softly.

I slouched in my seat and tried not to groan aloud. "Right. I'm really sorry about missing it. One of my friends had...an emergency."

There was a pause on the other end before she spoke. "It's really important that you get here as soon as you can sweetie. There are some things that Doctor Mallory would like to discuss with you in person. Will you be able to come in tomorrow morning?"

"Tomorrow morning?" I asked, moving the phone to my other ear as Stiles tried to take it from me and then proceeding to slap his arm away when he continued to reach out for it. "Yes, yes, of course. What time?"

"We can get you in as early as six, but I'm sure you'd like a little sleep. How's eight sound?" She asked, the faint voices of others in the hospital echoing through the phone.

"Actually," I said, glancing at Stiles who had sighed heavily and deflated in his seat. "That sounds perfect."

"Great!" She chirped. "And please, try to make it to this one. It's important."

"I promise to be there, Ms. McCall. Ms. Martin will probably be coming along too. She's been very worried lately; I wouldn't want her ending up in the hospital because of me!" I joked nervously, hoping that it was acceptable. Stiles had taught me how to joke properly not five days prior after a failed attempt at a chemistry pun I'd found hilarious, but apparently, "wouldn't be found funny by any other organism on the planet ever."

"Let's hope that doesn't happen." Melissa replied with a chuckle. "So eight o'clock?"

"Eight o'clock." I said and then we hung up after a quick goodbye.

I put my phone away and looked over at Stiles, who was still looking for another entrance, but at this point it was clear that there wasn't one. For some reason, we were locked in an awkward silence—Stiles refusing to look anywhere but the road in front of us and me giving him side glances every few seconds—and I didn't exactly know why. After a solid minute of nothing, he finally spoke up.