When... (Dylan O'Brien Character Imagines)

stiles when...

He sneaks into your hospital room after hours

Stiles quietly snuck his way through the hospital hallways. He knew exactly where you were, and he knew he had to be as quiet and quick as possible before anyone saw.

He looked around the corner and saw a nurse leaving the desk next to your room. When she left, he swiftly made his way to your door.

He opened it softly looking behind him one last time before slipping through into your room.

He shut the door softly and walked over beside your bed.

"Hey, Y/N," He said admiring your unconscious state. "I know i'm not supposed to be here but I know how you never like being alone, especially in hospital rooms," He pulled up a chair next to your bed.

He watched your chest rise and fall slowly, the only sound in the room was the beeping of the heart monitor. He felt happy watching your peaceful state, he knew that you were safe for now.

"The doctor told me should wake up in the next day or two. The only thing you have to worry about is your broken arm," He said taking your hand in his. He started stroking it softly as he noticed the bracelet he gave you on your wrist.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I knew I couldn't keep you from harm for long. I'm so lucky it wasn't bad this time, but I don't know if I could go through seeing you get hurt again."

Stiles loved you and he knew it was selfish of him to keep you through it, but he knew you would protest if you were awake.

"I can't let you go. I know it's selfish but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to be with you and to keep you safe."