STILES STILINSKI ∙ IMAGINES

sick + intruder

sick + intruder

Your POV

I laid on my bed, my blanket's a tangled mess as they lay there on my legs due to the fact that I've been tossing and turning on my bed, trying to get a comfortable position for me to sleep peacefully.

I'm also sick, staying on my bed all day, groaning out in pain after I cough and sneeze several times. I wasn't getting well soon because no one was taking care of me, disadvantages of living alone. I couldn't also bring it in me to put an effort in looking for medicine.

I thought that maybe I could text my friends and boyfriend but all of them are busy– or so I thought.

I heard the door slam shut, indicating that someone just barged into the house without my permission. I wasn't expecting anyone at the moment and no one sent me a text, telling me that they were coming over. Goosebumps appeared on my skin, shuddering. An intruder.

I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die.

I chanted in my head while getting out of my bed. I stumbled towards the door, feeling a little dizzy, resulting in me placing my hand on my head, thinking that it would somehow ease the pain but it didn't.

I looked around, grabbing a bat that was near the door before opening the door very carefully. I walked hesitantly out of my room, tip toeing down the stairs while I had a firm grip on the bat.

Is it a werewolf– kanima, maybe? What if it's something new? werejaguar? werecoyote?

I heard noises in the kitchen which made me put the bat as far away from my body, ready to hit someone as I took shaky steps towards the kitchen.

I heard loud footsteps, meaning that they were getting closer as I hid behind the wall, taking deep breaths.

When I finally saw their feet, I swung the bat over to them, hitting them at the face.

"Oh my God–" I heard a familiar voice say out loud, groaning out in pain.

I snapped my head towards the person I just hit, letting out a gasp as I saw my boyfriend, Stiles, laying on the ground, fingers on his nose as blood came out.

I let go of the bat, letting it hit the floor as I rushed towards him, kneeling beside him. "Stiles– I'm so sorry– I thought there was someone who was gonna kill me and–"

He sat up, wincing in pain before looking at me, "It's alright. It's my fault, I should have called."

I rushed to the kitchen, grabbing tissues for my boyfriend and came back to him, sitting in front of him as I wiped the blood that was coming out of his nose.

"I'm so sorry–"

"I'm fine, it's alright. It's not broken– I think but anyways, I should be the one taking care of you right now because you're sick."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Stiles, forget about me– Look at you! I think, I did break your nose. We need to go to the hospital right now."

He let out a whine as I stood up, holding his hand and pulling him up to try and make him stand up but he wouldn't budge, staying on the floor.

If I wasn't in this situation right now, I would start laughing because Stiles sitting there, pouting like a little kid with tissues on his nose to try and stop the bleeding, is such an amusing sight.

"Stiles– come on." I said, desperately tugging at his hand, breathing out in frustration, noticing that my boyfriend did not move a muscle.

Feeling irritated, I finally let go of his hand, going back up to my room with a scowl on my face. I began muttering things under my breath, rolling my eyes in annoyance occasionally before finally climbing up my bed.

I was trying to help him but he wouldn't even listen to me.

I let out a sigh, looking up at the ceiling, wondering what he was doing there in the kitchen but that thought was dismissed as I heard my door open. I didn't bother to look at him, still annoyed.

He needs to go to the hospital! His nose needs to be checked!

"Y/N," He called, coming closer to me. I finally looked at him, my eyes widening once I caught sight of him carrying a tray with a bowl on it filled with hot soup along with an ice pack and a lot of tissues.

"Stiles–"

"Shh," He said, placing the tray on the bedside table. I watched as he removed the tissues inside his nose, stained with blood, throwing them to the trash bin. He let out a disgusted 'bleh', shaking his head before grabbing the bowl. He made his way towards me, giving me the bowl.

I grabbed it, smiling at him then watched as he grabbed the ice pack before sitting beside me. He grabbed my bowl and I took his ice pack, my eyebrows furrowed. "What is this?"

"Now–" He began, smiling softly at me, "We can start taking care of each other."

I grinned, nodding as I looked impressed. He started feeding me slowly, while I press the ice pack on his nose.

"I'm really sorry about–" I was cut off when he shoved the spoon filled with soup to my mouth.

My eyes widened, swallowing down the soup after he took out the spoon from my mouth, "I told you– It's alright."

I still felt bad and Stiles noticed it. He leaned closer, pressing his lips against my forehead, pulling away shortly, "I love you."

"I love you too." Grinning but then turned it into a serious look after a minute or two. "But we're still going to the hospital after this."

Stiles nodded once, "Deal."

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I finally updated! Woo, i'm so happy that some of you are reading this imagines book! Anyways, I hope you guys liked it and check out my other stories, maybe? Thank you and lots of love.

-alisha