You were in the hospital waiting room.
Your best friend had been attacked by an animal and moved to emergency surgery.
You couldn’t think. You couldn’t breathe.
You wanted to bawl your eyes out, but you couldn’t do that.
You had to have faith that (he/she) would pull through.
So instead you sat with your head in your hands, feeling useless.
You felt someone sit next to you. You looked over to see Stiles Stilinski from school.
“Why are you here?” he asked.
“Animal attack got my best friend,” you said, “You?”
“Visiting my friend's mom when I saw you,” he said, “How are you holding up?”
“I’m fine. Because Y/BFF/N will be fine,” you said.
You knew you were saying it to convince yourself.
“I’m sure she will. I’ve seen Y/BFF/N and (he/she) is strong,” he nodded.
You knew he was comforting you.
“You don’t have to be here, you know,” you said.
“I want to be,” he responded.
“Why?” you asked, confused.
“Because I like you Y/N. And i did not want to tell you in a situation like this, but I want to be here for you,” he said.
You hugged him tightly.
You couldn’t speak, but you hoped he understood that you meant that you felt the same.
“I know,” he smiled.
The doctor came out. His face held one of emotionlessness.
He looked at you and you looked at him.
Sadness splashed across it.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” he said simply.
He returned to his blank expression and walked away.
You could feel the tears threatening to spill and your throat burned.
Stiles looked at you.
“It’s okay to cry,” he said.
You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You began to sob uncontrollably.
Stiles pulled you to his chest.
“I’m here for you, Y/N,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.
Wherever Y/BFF/N was, (he/she) was definitely watching over you.
