"She's going to be fine." The doctor reassures. "She's showing signs of waking up and healing perfectly. We'll be able to wake her up soon." Stiles closes his eyes and sighs, slowly lowering himself on to the chair. His hands clasped together, trying to stop from trembling.
Y/N had been in the hospital for 2 months. The doctors put her in a coma or else her body would constantly go into shock and seizures. If they didn't, the chances of her surviving were slim. Stiles also recovered, but it only took him a couple of weeks until he was discharged. Unfortunately, the baby didn't make it. It could only handle so much before it gave out.
"Thank you." The doctor nods, giving them one last pity look before walking away. Scott sighs deeply and sits next to Stiles, patting his shoulder. "It's gonna be okay, Stiles. She's gonna make it."
"That's not it. It's just... Do you know how hard it is for me? I can't even sleep. When Y/N died in my arms, it was," Stiles chokes on his words. He looks down at his palms, the memories playing fresh in his mind. "It's something I can never forget. I felt everything. Her body just suddenly relax in my arms as if she was sleeping. Her last breath slipped past my fingers and it terrified me. I couldn't... I couldn't do anything but watch."
Scott looks at him sadly, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "You know what's funny? I wasn't even the one dying, but I saw my life flash before my eyes. We were all older, I was a detective, living in a big house with two little kids, supported my dad, and had a beautiful wife." Stiles looks at Scott with tears in his eyes. "You know who was my wife? Y/N. Y/N was my wife, Scott. I don't even know if I love her, but I couldn't imagine my future without her in it. To this day, I can't picture my life without Y/N in it."
"Then you're in love." Scott smiles.
"But how do I know if I'm actually in love with her as a partner or best friend?" Scott hums in thought.
"It's a simple feeling of... watching her and never getting sick of it. Seeing her laugh brings you joy. Seeing her cry makes you feel helpless. Wanting to hide her from anything and everything bad. It doesn't always mean wanting to have sex with her. Really, loving someone means wanting to make sure they have a reason to keep going, even if it isn't you."
Stiles looks up at Y/N's door, jaw clenched in thought. They sit in silence for a couple of moments, Scott letting Stiles process everything. Eventually, Stiles slowly nods, licking his chapped lips. "I want to be her reason." He looks at Scott, a new sparkle in his eyes. "I'm in love with Y/N."
