DEADPOOL | Stiles Stilinski 2 ✓

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six

Bright beaming lights was greeting as soon as I opened my eyes, causing me to shut them again. I got blinded for a few seconds, causing a whimper to leave my lips.

I opened them back when the light leaves and I realised I was in a room. I quickly recognise it to be the clinic.

"Hey, hey," I recognise it to be Derek, who quickly stand beside me, gently cupping the back of my head, pulling me into his chest and I breathe heavily.

"What happened?" As soon as those words slipped out of my mouth, the memories of Brunski, Stiles, Lydia, and Deputy Parrish come through all at once and I winced, closing my eyes. After a few moments, the memories all quietened down. "Never mind, don't answer."

"You're okay," Derek tells me gently, nothing more.

"How long have I been out?"

"A couple of days," Derek informs me. "When was the last time you slept?"

I tried to think about it. When did I actually have a goodnight's sleep? One where I was snoring my bloody head off and not worrying about anything?

"Uh, two weeks ago," I half mumbled, my gaze dropping to the ground.

"Addison, you need to tell me if you're having trouble sleeping." Derek requests. "That's not... It's not healthy,"

"I know that," I had snapped, pulling away from him. "But how can I sleep when bloody assassins are coming left and right for my ass? How am I supposed to protect myself if I'm asleep?"

"You don't," Derek stresses. "Because I do. That's when my job comes in as a parent. And no one is taking you away from me, not on my watch."

I glanced at my arm, it was all healed. "Well, whatever you did, you healed my arm." Yes, I definitely changed the subject.

Kind of.

"Hm, you're not the first Hale to ever experience Wolfsbane in your arm," Derek tells me, I don't say anything and Deaton comes in with a wide smile.

"Hey, Addison," Deaton greets me politely me. "How're you feeling?"

"Believe it or not, tired." I shrugged and swung my legs over the table I was sitting on. He gave out a chuckle. "So, am I good to go, or..."

"Yeah, but you have a visitor," Deaton informed me and my gaze shifted behind him, there stood Stiles, his hands stuffed in his pocket, scanning me over.

Derek and Deaton both took their cue to leave and go to the front desk or something. "Hey," he greeted, taking a few steps closer to me. "How're you feeling?"

He now stands in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine. "Like crap," I answer, brushing a hand through my hair that probably hasn't been washed in over a week. I should probably do that.

"I'm just glad you're alive," I could hear Stiles' heartbeat rising like he was anxious or something. "Like really glad."

"Me too," I answered truthfully. I wasn't ready to die, I still had so much to live for. He had connected our lips very briefly, he pulled back, leaving a small gap between us.

"Okay," he had whispered. "I have something I want to admit. And last night, it made me realise I shouldn't keep it in any longer because I could lose you so quickly and I may not be there."

"Okay," I agreed. "You know you can tell me anything, Stiles."

"I've been having this really... Strong, emotion towards you. Ever since you went back to France, during those moments of us not being together, I always thought about you. We weren't even together back then but I had experienced a true heart break. And... And it made realise that you can't truly experience a heartbreak unless you really lo-"

"That's enough of that!" Suddenly, Derek had burst through the clinic. "I should probably take her home. Mum is waiting for you."

I nodded, licking my bottom lip. I glanced at Stiles. "What were you gonna say?"

Stiles glanced at Derek, who sent him a cold hard glare. Stiles' eyes widen and fumbled around with his words. "I, uh, I, I... Really like you?"

I smiled widely and jumped off the table. I stepped closer to him. "I really like you too." I kissed his lips gently, and before Derek could grumble about it, I pulled away and turned towards Derek. He was glaring at Stiles heavily. "Stop it."

"Stop what?" Derek had asked somewhat innocently.

"Stop looking like you're gonna murder Stiles," I speak. I glanced back at Stiles, smiling widely at him and only for him. "Bye, Stiles."

"Bye, Ads," he speaks softly, avoiding Derek's gaze. Fair enough. My insides, however, go all gooey on the inside. He's so handsome, you can't argue with me on that one.

I felt an arm pull on me and I was brought out from my daze, Derek pulled me away from him. I frowned and left with Derek.

A/N

Kinda of a chapter I made of my own, hope y'all liked it!

Sorry it's short, love y'all so much!