"A tumor?" Derek bursted out confused. The doctor nodded slowly.
"Yep, a tumor" he straightened his glasses as he motioned forward. "It can't be..." Derek stared at the wall with empty eyes, how could Stiles be sick? He was a werewolf, werewolves didn't get sick!
"But don't worry, we'll just run some tests and find out if its benign or malignant", "well, just do the damn tests, what are you standing here for!" Derek yelled at the doctor in front of him, "please, calm down. It's probably nothing", "you don't know that..." Derek sat down again, he couldn't even remember standing up.
Derek signed the papers and handed them over to the doctor. "And again, don't worry. He's in good hands".
When the tests were over, Stiles had been admitted in the hospital.
Stiles had gotten a ugly light blue gown of one of the nurses. They all had looked at him in pity.
The room was tidy, too tidy. Back home, Stiles' room was always messy, and somehow he liked that. It was home.
Finally the door opened and Derek bursted in, and Stiles welcomed him with a hug.
"You're okay, you're okay" Derek whispered, "who are you trying to convince, me or you?" tears began to well up in Stiles' eyes.
"I'm sorry to disturb, but we got the test results back" another doctor entered the room, her name tag said Dr. Shepherd. She was beautiful, young, probably only in her thirties, or even twenties. She showed the scans, and pointed at a spot. "Here lies the tumor, just between the part of the brain that controls language and touch, and thinking, memory and movement. We need to remove it, it's a risky procedure, but lucky for you, I'm a world-class surgeon" Dr. Shepherd smiled.
"So he needs surgery..." Derek asked nervously, "yeah, but we have to do it, and we have to do it soon" the doctor explained. "I don't want it" Stiles suddenly stuttered out.
"I know it seems scary, but-", "no! I told you I don't want it!"
Stiles bursted out the room, leaving Derek alone with the doctor.
"You need to talk him into the surgery Mr. Hale. It's urgent, either you do it, or I" she said before she left the room.
Derek found Stiles at the toilets, he carefully sat down next to the scared boy.
"How is it even possible?" Stiles blurted out, "I don't know, maybe we should call Deaton", "but he's gone, nobody knows where he is!" Stiles leaned his head against the wall. Derek placed his hand over Stiles' as he wrapped the other one around him.
"We'll figure this out. We always do"
"But it's not physically possible for me to be sick! And you know how much I hate hospitals, especially surgeries!"
"I know"
"What am I supposed to do Der?"
"To be honest, I have no idea".
A/N:
What do you think happens next? Why is Stiles suddenly sick? And I'd always love some feedback😊
And also, I have written another Sterek fanfic, it would been awesome if you could check it out (:
