A/N: Well hello there, before you read the chapter I want to clarify that I don't know anything about medicine, hospitals or injuries. I just wrote what I thought it would be convenient to the story so please don't judge me 😂😏
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Everything was moving in slow motion. People around him were speaking but he couldn't hear a thing. The only sound he could hear was Lydia's slow breathing and the ambulance.
On the distance he listened to the voice of a woman coming from a speaker. He couldn't get what she said and he actually didn't care.
Stiles hated hospitales, he hated needles and he hated blood, but none of it really mattered anymore, he didn't care that he had been sitting in this waiting room for the past hour and a half and he definitely didn't care he hadn't eaten or drunk anything.
"Hey..." he felt Logan sat by his side, and turned his lost eyes from the wall to look at him "I brought you something to eat" he offered him a sandwich but Stiles shook his head.
"I'm not hungry..." he said with a broken voice.
Logan sighed
"Stiles....you need to eat something"
"I can't" he said and went back to look at the wall."Stiles... please... at least drink some coffee" Mary said.
"I just...." he didn't want anything, he just wanted the doctor to tell them that she was going to be ok.
The ambulance came really fast and once they were at the hospital things happened in a rush. One of the nurses started asking him like a thousand questions and then they took her inside. The only thing he could overheard was that she was having surgery.
"Did they said anything?" Logan said
"They won't say anything to me... I'm not related to her" Stiles said the last words rolling his eyes, fucking hospital policies.
"Did you called her mum?" Mary said and Stiles nodded
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Once in New York
FanfictionNew York the city that never sleeps. Now that the summer is over Emilia, Kit, Lydia and Stiles along with some new friends are back at the city. New friendships are made, old friendships broken. Love is in the air and broken hearts are amend. The...