Stiles Imagines

Love will keep us together

Stiles had just dropped you off at your house. You walked into pitch black, you turned the light, and yelled up stairs "Mom I home."

Your mom quickly yelled back "Oh good, can you pick up the take out I ordered ? I left the address on the table."

"Yeah no problem." You yelled back, you grabbed your keys, and the address and left.

You got in your car, and pulled out of your drive way. You drove down some streets and turned onto the high way. You put your blinker to get out of the left lane, you slowly started to turn after checking to make sure it was clear.

As you did so  this big black pickup truck hit right into you, you were ok just a little shook. You pulled onto the side so you didn't cause another crash, but the car kept hitting into you over and over and over again, your eye sight going in and out, you feel the blood trickle down your mouth. You were slipping in and out of consciousness, and then you were out.
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STILES P.O.V
It was the middle of the night I get a phone call, curious who would call at 2 am, I thought it was Y/N, but it wasn't, it was her mom, after that moment all I could heard was" Y/N is in the hospital..." I bolted out of bed, didn't even bother to change I stayed in my pajama pants and my t shirt.

I ran to my jeep. Time starts to go slower. I speed to the hospital. When I get there I start to break down, going over and over again in my head "Not Y/N, why do I lose everyone important to me, first my mom, I'm not losing Y/N I don't know what I'll do if I lose her."

Everything becoming slower and slower, every minute seems like an hour. I run to the main desk, I can tell I look broken. My voice cracks as I say her name, "I'm looking for Y/N/L."

"Sorry young man only relatives are aloud." The desk lady says.

I was not taking no for an answer my face started to get red, but before I said anything I was cut off, "Let him in." Melissa says.

"But only relatives are aloud in," the lady protests.

"Just let him in Cathy." Melissa says again. Cathy who I assume is the desk lady let's me in this time without saying much.

"What room?!?" I say eagerly.

"Room 124." Cathy answers. I bolt to the room, push open the door, and then my heart sunk. Y/N was hooked up to an I.V, her face had stitches right below her hairline, there was bruises scattered across her face the darkest being on her cheekbone.  Normally when she sleeps she looks peaceful, however in this moment she looks in pain. Theres a cast around her leg, she must've broken it. It breaks my heart to see her like this. She doesn't deserve this. She doesn't deserve to be broken. I walk over to her, and grab her hand, cold... is all I can feel. I touch the bruise on her cheek and stroke her hair, soft... like it always is. I hold her hand, I'm shaking, but I have to be strong.

The doctor runs in, it startles me and I draw my hand away. However I quickly place it back after. Then I think where are her parents? Her mom called she must know, but where is she ?

I hear the doctor say, "She's in a comma, you might as well go home, and get some sleep."

"No, I'm not going any where." I say to hoarsely.

"Well, Im sorry to say, but you might be here awhile."

"That's ok, as long as it takes I will be here when she wakes up."

"If," the doctor corrects me.

I look must've confused so he adds, "If she wakes up."

"She will wake up I promise you." I say hoping, not knowing if that's true, trying to convince myself she will wake up. The doctor leaves without another word. I sit there in silence. Still curious as to where her parents are. I know I have to be strong, but I don't know how much longer I can be, and then it all comes rushing in, Y/N might die, I might never be able to see her beautiful smile or her gentle eyes, her soft skin or her silky hair, hear her goofy laugh, or listen to her talk about her favorite things. I might never be able to hold her in my arms again. Then it also hits me, she is strong, she will make it through. I lay my head on her chest, cold... again the only thing I feel.
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I told Scott and Kira not to come, they wanted to, they're  Y/N's friends too, but I sorta just want these moments to myself. I wish I could find her parents though, they're still missing.
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3 DAYS LATER

She's still unconscious, I'm starting to lose hope, but I won't give up. Y/N will survive, she will make it out, she will.

6 DAYS LATER

She's still asleep. I'm always holding her cold hands, I've slept in the small blue chair, I fix her pillow when it goes flat; still no signs of her waking up though. Once I thought I felt her hand twitch, in the moment I got excited, then it went back to being still. I haven't seen her parents. I'm still in my pajamas, with messy hair and awful breathe, I haven't slept in days. Even though I told Scott and Kira not to come they did, so did Lydia and Malia, they stopped by for the day, I still haven't left her side.

11 DAYS LATER

Y/N is still not awake. Hope is gone, now all I can do is wish.

12 DAYS LATER

I sometimes talk to her. So today I started to tell her, "You have no idea how much I love you, how much I want to see your beautiful smile, how much I want to see your fluttering eyes, how much I want to see your breathtaking face, and most of all I want to listen to you talk, I want more then anything in the world to hear you say, hi." And then something happened.

"Hi." Someone says, at first I thought I was hallucinating, and then I hear it again, "Hi" this time more powerful, but still broken, I look over to see her, she has her goofy smile on even though I could see the pain in her eyes.

"Hi," was all I could manage back, then I threw my arms around her and kissed her chapped lips, still the best kiss I've ever felt, I stroked her hair, I felt tears, but I knew I had to be strong for her, even though I really didn't want to, or I think I could be.

Y/N P.O.V

I felt pain surging through my body, but then I saw him, the only thing that keeps me sane, when I saw him nothing mattered, not my broken leg, not my throbbing cheek bone, not my bruised rib cage, not the fact that my parents weren't here, nothing, but him.