What He Wanted

Oneshot

One tear slid down Stiles pale, hollow face as he coughed. He cleared his throat and looked down at his blood covered hand. He watched as it dropped to the bathroom floor. Staining the white tiles bright red. This was nothing he wasn't used to already.  He quickly turned the faucet on and washed the blood away. Stiles looked into the mirror and sighed before grabbing a washcloth to clean the floor.He hated looking at his reflection. As he knelt down he thought about what has happened to him these past few months. His hair was falling out, and was about nonexistent due to the chemo. His eyes and cheeks were sunk in really bad and you could see the outline of his bones. He lost a lot of weight quickly over the past four months due to medicine he has to take and his lack of appetite.

He hated it, not being in control of what happens to his body or his life.He had cancer and he hated it. He hated everything about it and he knew in a couple of months he'll be dead. Leaving everyone he cared about and knew behind. And what time he does have left with them he'll be suffering and they'll be there watching him slowly die. And they'll see him get weaker and weaker from the chemo. This can kill a person on the inside a lot more than any disease can, seeing someone just die out and give up. He knows the effects of watching that happen to someone you care about.  So even if it cuts his time shorter he doesn't want that to happen.

So he stands up and takes a deep breath after throwing the rag away.He looks at his bottles of medicine then throws them in the trashcan and walks out of the bathroom.

He thinks it's time to tell his best friend Scott what's going on.Everyone else knows besides him. The sheriff, Lydia, Melissa, Allison, and even Derek.The one he felt he couldn't tell was Scott until now. He didn't want to hurt his best friend he's known since he was six. But he was also being selfish with this decision, he didn't want the little time he had with him to be any different than normal. But now he knew he didn't have that much time left and Scott needs to know why his best friend is leaving him.

Now Scotts a werewolf, like Derek, and normally they could smell cancer on someone but Stiles had been using  a special soap from Deaton that masked  the smell of it.And whenever Scott asked about his weight he would make up excuses like he was working out or trying to cut back on how much he eats. Then for his hair he shaved it almost all the way off when he started losing it  so it wouldn't raise suspicion.He got out his phone and dialed the familiar number.

"Ring, ring"

When the phone was picked up Stiles heard the voice of his lifelong best friend say "Hey, what you doing?" in such a cheerful tone that he almost backed out of telling him.

Stiles sighs then replies "We need to talk at my house right now."

"Why can't you just tell me over the phone?"

"It's important, I need to tell you in person"

"Well okay .....be there in a bit,"

"Okay," stiles says then hangs up his phone. He walks into his room and sets down on his bed  waiting for Scott to come.

20 minutes later

"You have what?" Scott yelled hoping he didn't hear what he thought he heard.

"Cancer," stiles says calmly.

"How long?Who knows?Can I turn you into a wolf?" Scott asks all at once getting more panicked with every breath.

"I found out four months ago, everyone besides you and no. I want to die peacefully and without pain not  from a werewolf bite. Now please calm down."

"Okay but I love you man I don't want you to leave me." Scott says letting tears fall.

"I love you too and I don't want to leave you but it's going to happen and I can't do anything about it. I'm sorry," Stiles says while hugging Scott.

3 weeks later

Stiles woke up and knew today was his last day alive. He had been slowly dieing these past few weeks but now it was almost over.He called everyone over to his house that day and they finally watched 'Star Wars' at his request, ate popcorn and laughed more than he has in a long time.Stiles felt his eyelids about to close and he knew he wasn't going to wake up. He whispered his last goodbye then fell asleep as his heart beated one last time then stopped.He was dead.All around the room eyes were brimmed with tears because they knew the skinny, talkative boy they love is gone forever.

THE END