𝐝𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ✰

happy now || stiles

this story is finally redone :)
enjoyyyyy

you all ended up in the boys locker room.

in a vicious fight at your high school, you and your pack fought hard to over rule your recent enemies you called the dread doctors.

the fight was long, excruciating. you had been fighting for just a couple minutes, but your lungs were still begging for air.

they came at you quickly. for you and your pack we're just here for study night, but as you reached the library, they cornered you.

scott finished his off, leaving it crumbled up on the floor, laying still. he came over to help you, currently dodging a punch and kicking the metal legs out from under your enemy. scott caught him and threw him against a locker and you both shared a quick glance.

your eye caught movement in the corner of the locker room, and you turned to see stiles hiding in the corner, watching you all fight. he was so into it that he didn't notice a werewolf, one of the doctor's successful experiments, right outside of the back door. you screamed at him but ended up getting shoved by what you guessed was a dread doctor. he grabbed you by the neck and pressed your body against a locker. his fingers took the air away from your lungs and you squirmed in his grip, a locker handle making its way into your spine. you took a second to calm your panicking body down, and pushed your forearms in his, making his extended arms bend at the elbow and immediately let you go. you took your chance to kick him back and knock him down.

he laid still.

you hadn't forgotten about your boyfriend. but as you turned your gaze over there the werewolf had opened the door, claws out and ready, shifting his eyes on the boy. you took all the power you had and ran toward him.

as you screamed stiles' name so much happened. the boy looked at you, eyes showing confusion on what you were doing, and fear of what you were screaming about. the werewolf also got enough room to slip through the door and leap for him. you pushed your body in front of stiles, pushing him backwards and your chest found its self right into the werewolf's claws. you screamed in excruciating pain and your body tumbled for the ground.

your eyes went blurry and the sound of the world around you went out. your last vision being stiles' head above yours, and the slight hum of his hollers.

••

you awoke in a bright room. everything white, and the beams of the sun brightened everything in the room. you groaned as the sharp pain in your chest erupted as you went to get up. you flopped your head back on the warm pillow beneath you, exhaling softly. you slowly looked around you.

like you noticed before, everything in this room was white, clean. a chair rested on the ground next to you, and a table in the back left corner. the window beside your head was open slightly and a fresh breeze moved the hair beside your face. a curtain slowly swayed beside your head. the window filled the room with white light. The only thing disturbing this peaceful sight was the door in front of your bed, letting in a yellowish, more artificial light, from outside the room.

a hallway?

you realized you were in the hospital.

just then echoed voices found there way in your room. not a second later a big group of people came up to your door, all talking and looked exhausted. hair was disheveled, clothes were clearly old and voices were raspy. these were your friends.

scott and liam walked in first, both with a muffin in their hands and heads turned to the group behind them, all talking to each other in hushed, drained out voices. no smiles were seen.

liam turned his head, and as his eyes flicked up towards you he stopped. stiles stopped short as he bumped into him, but followed his gaze. stares were shared just before reality settled into your group.

stiles ran for you, engulfing you in his arms as he exhaled deeply. everyone else started talking at once, throwing out questions that you couldn't catch.

"i'm so glad you're okay." stiles' voice found its way right next to you ear, overpowering everyone else chatter. you sank into his grasp and dug your head in his chest.

the group filled you in on what happened, about how fast they got you here and how long you were in surgery for. you couldn't help but feel bad for your friends, for it had only been two days but they'd been through so much. they rejected your many apologies, saying it wasn't your fault and that they were just so happy you were okay.

you were okay.

stiles grabbed your hand, smiling up at you.

yeah, you were happy now too.