Start of Time | Stydia

-not now

After everything that's gone on, Stiles would not have expected himself to be here. And by here, he means having to tell Lydia about the disease slowly eating away at his brain.

Frontotemperal dementia- who would have guessed? Out of all the supernatural stuff going on, who'd have thought the thing taking him down would be a rare brain disease. Certainly not Stiles, even though he'd always known there could be a chance he'd inherit it. It was just a manner of thinking positively and hoping no symptoms starting showing.

But after the brain scans, he decided to tell her anyway. He'd been told that the scans were exactly the same as his mothers, but even so, there was a chance. And it was better she knew that he could have it than not know at all.

'Stiles? You're scaring me.' Lydia says, looking right into his dark eyes.

She looks beautiful, as normal, wearing a simple blue dress and baggy grey cardigan. He always knew she was short -5"3- but she's looking it today without any heels, and it makes her looks more vulnerable. God, Stiles can't do this.

'Stiles, tell me, please.' Lydia begs, looking really worried now.

'There's a possibility of me having frontotemporal dementia, Lydia.' Stiles blurts out, and Lydia's face looks blank.

'It's uncureable, a disease that-'

'I know what frontotemporal dementia is, Stiles.' Lydia replies so quietly he can just hear her. 'Is that why you were at the hospital?' Her eyes flicker up to his again.

'Yeah, I-uh-' Stiles starts, and runs a hand through his hair.

Lydia bites her lip to stop it from wobbling as she swallows. The look on Stiles' face is heartbreaking, which is why she finds herself wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug.

She's never really hugged Stiles. He's helped her up, keeps a hand behind her back when they walk sometimes, and had an awkward one armed hug. He's tall and gangly, but he's warm and soft and hugs her back gently, like she might break. But Lydia holds on tightly, and soon Stiles is squeezing her sides, because he's hugging her back as if he never wants to let go.

He's shaking, Lydia can feel Stiles' shoulders trembling, and she's stroking his hair, muttering comforting things in his ear. Just the possibility of the disease would be enough to scare someone, but the shock of everything that's been going on seems to be crashing in on Stiles.

They're both fine with hugging it out, however, so they stand there for a while. Lydia's not sure when she stops holding him so tightly, or when she rests her head against his chest.

'It's ok, Stiles.' She repeats, assuring herself too. Because she knows she can't handle losing him now.

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so i wrote this literally right after the episode of stiles in the hospital, so if something from this doesn't makes sense, sorry.