Chapten Eleven

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Scott, Stiles, Lydia and Malia arrived at the hospital, where Malia was instantly wheeled into a room and prepared for the delivery room.

"Oh god, I'm gonna have to see her give birth" Stiles started panicking after a nurse had asked if he was the father. "I should have said no and let Scott go in!"

"Stiles!" Lydia tried to tell him off but couldn't help but laugh, "you are eighteen, c'mon you have to be there for Malia."

Scott and Lydia turned their backs on Stiles when the nurse reappeared, asking if he was ready to go in. They all turned around to see that Stiles had fainted, slumped against a chair.

"God sake..." Lydia grumbled, "is it alright if I am the birthing partner?"

The nurse turned up her nose at the girl, before checking over Malia's notes and blushing red.

"Oh, are you Lydia?" She asked. Lydia nodded. "Cause there's a letter here for you."

Lydia,
I know that Stiles has probably passed out right about now at the time you're reading this. In the case of this happening, I want you to come in and give me support!
Love, Mal xxx

Lydia laughed, showing the note to Scott before being hurried along by the nurse, who was now growing impatient and back to rolling her eyes.

"Mal, how's it going?" Lydia rushed into the room where she saw her friend lying on a bed, panting and screaming.

Lydia offered her hand to which Malia squeezed it tight, making it turn white. "Malia, I'd like some blood left in my hands, huh?" Lydia smiled through her gritted teeth.

"I-I'm in s-so much p-pain" Malia screamed, scaring Lydia. "God, you're w-worse than f-freaking Stiles!" She turned to Lydia and yelled in her face.

"Hey, I can turn away and leave you here on your own!" Lydia said back, trying to remain as calm as she could.

"Ladies, please stop with the arguing... It isn't good for Malia's stress levels" the same nurse from earlier complained. "We're ready to take you into the delivery room now Ms Tate."

Malia nodded, lying back as her bed was pushed through to another room.

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"Where's Malia and Lydia?" Stiles regained consciousness.

"Malia, giving birth to her baby. Lydia, with her,"Scott slapped Stiles' knee, "you were really a great help in all of this."

"She's gonna hate me" Stiles mumbled and Scott wasn't exactly supportive.

"Yeah, probably" he replied, grinning like the Chesire cat.

"Oh I'm glad you're so entertained" Stiles turned away, pretending to be in a mood with Scott.

The two boys spent the early hours of the morning taking turns of who got coffee from the machine. Once they'd gotten bored of that, Scott came up with a new game of bothering his mother at the reception with a made-up symptom every twenty minutes.

"Why does it take so long for babies to be born?" Stiles asked Melissa, tapping on the arms of the chair he was sitting on.

Scott's mom laughed. "Are you serious? It literally involves a woman pushing a human through a hole in her body... That takes time."

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