That's Just My Stiles (Stiles x Male Reader)

17: Return

The night started with some pre-drinks round at the apartment. Although, after five glasses of vodka and a mixer you are fucked. You were lucky security let any of you in. Stiles had sent you a text before you started drinking letting you know he was about to board his flight home. So by the time you wake up, he will be home. You danced the night away, bumping into practically everyone on the dancefloor. You decide to get a drink from the bar and have a mini break from all those killer moves you were giving. Just as you were about to sit down you bump into yet another person. He smiles and helps you up as you apologise. He tells you its fine as you stumble back to your friends.  You down your drink within minutes and get back on the floor for the final hour. While dancing you start to feel much worse. "What percentage was that drink Jesus?"

"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU Y/N" Rose replied shouting over the music. 

"I DON'T FEEL TO GOOD, I'MA GO GET SOME AIR"

"OKAY, I'LL JOIN YOU AFTER THIS SONG!" You nod as you make your way to the bar's entrance. Once you made it out you sat on a bench not far away just looking at the sky. Everything went blurry as a figure appeared in front of you. "Rose is that you?" 

"No, it's me the guy you bumped into in the club"

"Oh! which one? must have been at least five" you chuckle

"The one at the bar" He replied.

"I think you need to go home...sorry what was your name?"

"Its...y/n. Yours?"

"Michael, Where are your friends?"

"Rose will be out in a few seconds and Major went home with some random he picked up." You feel a hand grab your arm and pull you up. "We better get going then y/n" Michael whispered. You pulled back as quick as possible as you fall back into the main road just as a speeding car was racing past. You lay there on the road, unable to open your eyes or move a single muscle in your body. All you can do is listen. You hear Rose's high-heel footsteps run over to you while dialling 911. After that, you hear nothing else but fall into a deep sleep. 

...

You wake to the smell of pancakes. The smell leads you to the kitchen where a mountain of food was waiting. You pull out a seat and begin to eat. "Hey y/n you not going to save any for me?" you hear from behind. You turn slowly realising whose voice you had heard. "Jason? is that you?"

"Yeah, and I'm god damn hungry too" He pulls up the chair beside you and grabs the second fork off the table. 

"Wait, if I'm here does that mean I'm..."

"No, not yet y/n. You will be soon if you don't start fighting back "

"But if you're here then so is mom?"

"Well yeah, who do you think make the pancakes" your younger brother replied confused. Just as you were about to reply you stop and listen to the footsteps coming down the stairs. "Y/N, Y/N, can you hear me." your vision begins to fade back into the abyss. You feel a hand grab yours as it grips tighter. "Y/n, if you can hear me. Please fight. I can't lose you. Not now, not ever!" Stiles then broke into tears. All you could do was lay there and listen to his world break down. You desperately wanted to hug and comfort him. You tried to move, but it was no use. It's hopeless. 

You drift back off and wake back up back with Jason, but this time at the hospital. They both lay there lifeless, fighting for there lives in the hospital room. A touch on the shoulder spooked you. You turn slightly to the left to see who it was. "M....mom? but you're laying right there?"

"Sweetie, I'm right here." She said ever so softly. You break down into tears and she takes you into an embrace. As you open your eyes again, the scene had changed. You were back at laser tag all those years back. Jason and Alec running about shooting each other, waiting for you to join them. "I'm not going to leave you mom. I can't not again."

"You have grown into a great man y/n. The world needs you. Your father needs you and so does Stiles. You need to fight y/n. If not for anyone else but for your self."

"Do they need me though. Look at all the trouble I caused back in Beacon Hills. Malia is dead because of me and my actions. It might be better for me to stay with you and Jay.

"Hun, don't beat yourself up about the past. Look towards the future. YOUR future. All the plans you have made with Stiles and the rest of your friends. You have the rest of eternity to be with us. We can wait and so can you......" She begins to fade just like the background as you return to darkness and the sound of the machine beeping. You can hear the doctor talking to Stiles. "We found the drug Gamma-hydroxybutyrate or GHB in this bloodstream. If you're not aware this is a type of liquid ecstasy. Typically used for spiking drinks. When mixed with alcohol it could cause many fatal illnesses. Luckily for you and y/n he is just in a coma, however, we don't know when or if we will wake." 

"Spiked! He was out drinking. Did the car also have any impact?" 

"Again, luckily for y/n, the only thing that came from the collision was a fractured rib, which is healing."

"Is there anything I can do to help him?" 

"Unfortunately not Stiles, all you can do is keep him company and hope he pulls through." You could hear Stiles sigh as the doctor exits the room.

"Y/n, please, please fight. Luke can't be here. But he wishes you well. Everyone wants you to fight." You feel Stiles move closer and break down right by your bed. Do I let go, and say with my mom and Jason? Or do I stay with Stiles? Decision time is getting closer, you can feel it.

You return back to your mom, you are both sitting on your childhood bed. "so sweetie, what are you going to do? We both know the time to decide is almost up." 

"I...I just don't know mom. I want to be here with you. But I can't leave dad or Stiles."

"Whatever you decide we will be right here waiting." He voice fades as the hospital beep begins to get louder, yet the beeps going off less frequently. Its time to decide.