Slightly Tempted (Slightly Series, Book Four, Teen Wolf)

CHAPTER TEN---Monstrous

Stiles and I were in the hospital. Well, I was there for Stiles.

Stiles pulled his jacket on, both of us walking toward the door. "I'm completely and totally fine."

"Ah ah ah," Melissa said as she blocked the way. "You completely and totally have a concussion, Stiles. Lie back down. The doctor said you're not leaving without a CT scan."

"We still haven't paid for the last one," I told her.

Stiles grabbed my wrist, trying to go around her.

Melissa stepped in the way again. "No, no, no, no, no, no." Stiles said. "Meredith is at the station. Your dad said it could take some time, but he will get her to talk." She looked at me. "And, Stacie, he said that he wants you to be here with him until we know for sure he's okay."

"But we already know for sure he's okay," I told her.

"Even if I let either of you leave now, what would you do?" Melissa asked. She looked at Stiles. "Are you suddenly going to gain weaponry knowledge your sister has?"

"Okay, fine," Stiles said, sitting down. "Can you do us one little favor?"

"Anything," Melissa said.

"Can you get us a tape player?" Stiles asked.

"Like cassettes?" Melissa asked.

"Yes, tapes," I said.

"Yeah, I'll see what I can do," Melissa told us, starting to leave and close the door.

"They're tapes, though," I said.

"Cassettes," Melissa said, leaving the room and closing the door.

Stiles pulled the tape out of his jacket.

Lorraine Martin

I sighed, taking the gun out of my pocket and cocking it, looking toward the door.

Stiles gestured to it. "Seriously, Stace? You really had to bring that thing to a hospital?"

"Have you seen how many supernatural or assassin fights there have been in this hospital alone?" I replied. "After last night, I realized that I will never leave home without it again. Unless going to school . . . during class."

"Then why didn't you have it last night at Eichen House?" Stiles asked.

I tilted my head at him. "Bringing a deadly weapon into a mental institution? Think that one through, Stiles."

Stiles hesitated, looking to the side. He looked at me, nodding. "Yeah, you made the right on that."

I nodded. "Yeah, I know I did."

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I lowered my phone to my side, walking toward the door. "I'm going."

"Uh, no, you're not," Stiles told me, standing up, turning after me and grabbing my arm, making me face him. "You're not going on some suicide mission, okay?"

"It's not a suicide mission, okay?" I asked. "Scott and Kira need help protecting Scott's pack. Scott called Derek for help. Derek called me and Braedan. They need help. I'm going."

"Stacie, you're not ready for this," Stiles told me.

"The only way to prove that you're wrong is if you let me go," I told him.

Someone opened the door from behind us.

I turned around, pulling out the gun in a movement so quick I barely had to think about it.