My Angel, His Stalker(Matt/Stiles)

Chapter Twelve

The paramedics had to put Stiles under because he was complaining a lot about the pain and the pain killers they had given him made him a bit loopy. He kept saying how he was going to kick Scott's ass and a lot of other things involving Brett and getting him back.

Liam didn't take it well when the doctors told him to leave and go home. He told them that he wasn't going to leave Stiles' here by himself overnight but they were being persistant and Melissa had to come to the rescue.

Liam had never been more relieved that Scott's mom worked at Beacon Hills Hospital. Especially since she knew about the supernatural and helped out whenever they needed it. Liam had started to get angry with the doctors and he would have wolfed out if not for Melissa coming in to stop it.

Now Liam was standing over Stiles' prone body on the bed, watching over him and watching him sleep. He loved the way his face seemed so peaceful when he was asleep and he loved the way his face scrunched up when he was dreaming. Not...that Liam watched him sleep every night by sneaking in through his bedroom window.

If he said that he didn't then he'd be lying.

Liam was so caught up in his thoughts of Stiles that when he heard someone walk into the room, he was taken off guard and he almost had a heart attack. Liam turned and saw Scott. He glared at him and crossed his arms.

"Where were you?" Liam demanded.

"Kira and I got caught up with something. Lydia told me what happened." Scott said.

"This wouldn't have happened if you had been there when the game started." Liam accused.

"So this is my fault?" Scott said as if he was offended.

"Maybe but I didn't say that." Liam said. "I said he wouldn't have gotten hurt if--you know what? Forget it."

"Liam-"

"I said forget it Scott." Liam said turning back to Stiles who was lying on the bed, still soundly asleep.

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Matt was too curious and too nosey for his own good half of the time. Especially now as he was basically sneaking around the hospital, way past midnight, trying to make his way to Stiles' room.

Even though the term "curiosity killed the cat" was pretty popular in some places it didn't necessarily apply to Matt since he wasn't doing anything dangerous. However in a way that was exactly what he was doing. Something dangerous, he was actually committing a crime of not only breaking and entering or being on the grounds of the hospital after dark but also the crime of stalking.

Not that Matt would care much.

Matt crept down the hall, sticking to the shadows and being as quiet as he could. As he neared Stiles' hospital room, he heard murmured voices from around the corner of his room. When he reached the door to Stiles' room, he slipped inside and shut the door quietly behind him.

He glanced around the room and saw that Liam kid sitting in a chair beside the bed, his head tipped back and tilted to the side slightly as light snores came from his figure, his left hand gripping Stiles' right one as if he never wanted to let go.

Stiles was sleeping soundlessly, his dark hair and fair skin standing out against the pure white hospital bedsheets. His head was turned at a slight angle in Liam's direction as if he had fallen asleep looking at him; with his right hand being held by Liam's, his left hand was resting flat on the bed.

Matt took obvious notice of every little thing about Stiles in this very  moment. He took notice of how he looked so peaceful sleeping, how he reminded him of the angel Michael because his light was so bright. Matt wouldn't admit this to himself just yet but he was beginning to lose a bit of his sanity with every second that he doesn't have Stiles.

At the rate this was going, Matt was going to snap pretty soon and no one would be able to stop it.

Author's Note: I am so sorry for the super super late update and for the short chapter but I hope it was worth it😁

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