Expectations • Teen Wolf {1}

part i chapter i

A deep sigh echoed throughout the hospital's second floor. It was quiet except for the slight snore arising from a teenage boy. The boy was sprawled out across three chairs, a "Get Well!" balloon tied around his right wrist. Helium trapped within the balloon caused it to float just above his head. His sister sat in the seat next to him looking rather bored. And that she was. Completely and utterly bored. The girl looked around, her mouth forming a small "o" as she let out a yawn. She glanced to the right at her brother then at the chairs on the left of her, contemplating stretching out as Stiles was. Stella Stilinski did not want to be there. She did want to be a good sister though, so she took the latter and joined her brother at Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. Little did she know that she would be spending nearly her entire weekend at the bedside of a sickly teenager who got attacked by an animal at winter formal. Long story short, Stella was miserable. And hungry.

Someone emerged from a hospital room. Stella recognized the man, but wasn't sure how. He met Stella's eyes for a brief second before looking at her brother.

A woman came over to the chairs with a large janitor's cart behind her, glancing at the Stilinski siblings. She caught the girl's eyes with her own and glanced quickly down. The youngest Stilinski studied her as she began to pull at the trash bag just under Stiles' head. He began to mutter soft words, a clear indication that he was dreaming about Lydia Martin. Again. The woman gave him a strange look as he slowly awoke. He glanced throughout the hospital floor, making eye contact with his sister. He gave a slight smile, which was returned by another yawn.

"Is she awake?" he asked, sitting up.

"She woke up a few minutes ago," she replied. Stiles moved to stand but hesitantly plopped down when his sister said, "She's showering."

He raised his eyebrow expectantly at their friend's hospital room door, like he wanted to go inside, causing his 15 year sister to laugh slightly.

"You know, I hate hospitals. They give me such a grim feeling," Stiles slouched in his chair at his own words, glancing at the vending machine down the hall longingly.

"Then why are we still here?" His sister said, following his eyes.

"Lydia. We are still here for Lydia Martin. Something bad could happen." The boy dug through his pockets without taking his eyes off the food distributor.

"Like what? She's in the hospital."

"Mmh," her brother replied, his mind clearly inside of a chip bag. He stood from the chair and held out a hand for his younger sister. "Food?" he asked simply.

Stella rolled her eyes, but didn't turn her brother down. Grasping his hand, she shot a soft smile at him, "You read my mind."

They walked over to the vending machine silently. There wasn't much going through either of their minds except Lydia. They both wanted her to get better. The younger Stilinski had talked to Lydia once and it was a brief conversation. In fact, Lydia hadn't even said anything to Stella. It was definitely one sided. But still, the teen came to the hospital to support her lovestruck brother. He was deeply in love with the strawberry blonde, beginning when he was a mere eight years old. It was Stella's seventh birthday at the roller rink, and Lydia was there with her friends when Stiles first really laid his eyes on her. From that moment on, she was the only thing on her mind.

"What should we get, Ella?" Stiles asked his sister, running a hand down his face.

Stella looked throughout the vending machine. Inside the metal box were snacks on snacks. Nothing in particular stood out to the teen. What she really wanted was to leave and get real food, but that wasn't an alternative Stiles was going to accept. She looked up and down the rows and repeated until a small flash of orange caught her eye.