The Other McCall ✢ Stilinski | 1

TWENTY-ONE

TWENTY-ONE

I woke up with a gasp, my eyes opening and I back up where ever the hell I am. I let my eyes focus, and I was in a room. A hospital room with me on a bed, oh, no, what happened to me?

My door was closed. My curtains were opened. Just then, someone came in- who happened to be my mother.

"Mom!" I mumble, and she smiled at me when she walked in.

"Hey, sweetie," Mom smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore. Like I got hit by a bus." Which was true, I felt exactly like that. I could feel my hair was a mess, hell, I'm a mess.

"It's okay, sweetie, you didn't actually get hit by a bus." Mom chuckled, coming in. "Do you want to have a shower, or..."

"Is Stiles here?" I ask, and mum nodded.

"Yeah, actually, he's been here all weekend." Mom corrected and opened the door wider, and there was Stiles asleep on the chair. I chuckle.

"Did you tell him to go home?"

"Yeah, and he said, over my dead body," Mom chuckled as well.

"Stacey?" Stiles was soon at the door, and I smiled at him. He looked so relieved.

"I'll leave you two alone." Mom nodded, smiling, and she left us. She closed the door, as well. Stiles pulls up a chair beside me, and I sighed.

"How're you feeling?" Stiles asked me, if I'm honest, so much better than before.

"So much better," I mumble to him.

"Is that bite healed?" Stiles softly asked, my eyes widen. What? I was bitten? "I'm guessing you don't know what happened to you... am I right?"

"No, I just... woke up." I whispered. Am I a werewolf now? I gulped. I shuffled so my legs hung off the bed. I then slowly lift my t-shirt up, and the bite was gone. It's healed. What the hell. "Does this mean I'm a..."

"I don't know," Stiles breathes. I drop my t-shirt, tears started to well up in my eyes. I can't do this, I can't be a werewolf. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" A tear slides down my cheek, and he quickly wiped it away with his thumb, he was now standing in front of me.

"Stiles... I... I can't be a werewolf." I sob. "I can't turn into a monster."

"Hey, hey, you listen to me, alright?" Stiles softly said, and I nodded, listening. "You're not a monster, Stacey, far from it. And—and we don't even know what you are yet, I read that there are other supernatural creatures out there, not just werewolves. We'll figure it out, all right, Stacey? You and me."

I nodded, and I realized how close we were. How close our lips were. I brushed my lips against his lips, ready to kiss him again. That's the only thing I do remember, his lips and him telling him he loves me.

Clearly, he was ready as well.

That's when a loud, unnatural scream, but I realised I was screaming as well with whoever else was screaming. My eyes were wide, and I shuffled back into the bed, my breathing became heavy.

Stiles' eyes widen. "Stacey, what—"

"Lydia, Lydia—you need to—Lydia, she's—she's gone!" How did I know that? I gulp thickly, turned my head to Stiles. "Find her."

"But—"

"Stiles." My tone was dark, and he nodded quickly before he stumbled out the door.

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