Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Part 20

I made my way towards the exit of the ER at Beacon Hill's hospital, about to pass Melissa at the desk, but finding Stiles there.
"All right, come with me." As she guided the boy passed me, I silently asked her if I could tag along and she nodded. I jogged up to Stiles' side and took his hand in mine with a gentle smile when he looked at me.
In one of the patient rooms I sat in a chair beside the bed Stiles sat on and I watched him count his fingers subtly, only for me to take his hands in mine.
"You'll be fine." It came out as a whisper as I stood in front of him, looking down on him slightly. "Okay?" He nodded and looked up to face me with a slightly forced smile and I rest my head against his with a very soft and caring smile. "Just relax." I muttered when I felt his hands grip mine ever so slightly. I could smell the anxiety and fatigue on him and I just wanted him to go back to his normal self. Across the room Melissa continued to ask questions, preparing something on a tray before coming back over to us, causing me to step back a little to give her room.
"Do you trust ne?"
"When you're not holding a needle." My smile grew and Melissa chuckled, nodding to me as I linked my fingers with Stiles' and pressed a gentle kiss to the op of his head.
"It's Midazolam. A sedative." I felt Stiles flinch when the needle pierced his skin, his breath hitching.
"Why'd you give me a sedative?" I was the one to reply, gently releasing his hands as he lay down with Melissa's help.
"Because you're incredibly sleep-deprived, Stiles...you need some sleep."
"Okay. How long does it take...oh, not long at all." I smiled and played with his hair as the sedative took ahold of him and pulled him into a state of unconsciousness.
As it did and Melissa strained his hair back, telling him to get some rest, both of us heard him whisper 'thanks mom' and we shared a sad look.
"Is it okay if I stay with him for a bit?" Melissa nodded.
"But make sure you get to school at some point today, okay?" I nodded and pulled a chair up beside the bed.
During his little medically induced nap, Stiles' hand found mine and refused to let go, and I let him stay like that as I had a book resting on the best beside him while I read it.
Not long after, Melissa poked her head into the room and spotted me reading still.
"You didn't go to school?" I shook my head and nodded to my hand, which Stiles had in his resting on his chest.
"I couldn't." She nodded and closed the door quietly.
I woke up, realising night had fallen and Stiles wasn't in the room anymore, also realising I had fallen asleep at the hospital. I wandered out of the room and around a few corners before yelping when I bumped into Scott.
"What are you doing here?" I caught my breath because this boy had just scared me.
"My dad just got stabbed, you?"
"U-uhm, I had an appointment this morning and then Stiles was here so I stayed with him."
"Where is he?" I shrugged, peeking around the corner.
"He wasn't there when I woke up, now I can't find him."
The two of us decided on wandering around the hospital to look for him when we rounded a corner and heard a thud, hurrying towards the room we heard it come from. What we found was Stiles stood in the middle of the room with his back to us.
"Stiles? You okay?" He turned around, seemingly surprised to see the two of us here.
"Yeah, fine." I mean, he sounded fine, like he was back to normal. Concern flooded my expression. "What's been going on?"
"Something's not right..." I whispered to myself under my breath, Scott barely picking up on it since Stiles walked over to us. I hid behind Scott a little. As the two turned to leave, walking out of the door, I noticed a little firefly on the floor, on its back with its illuminated throat slowly fading out. It was dying... "What happened in here...?" I asked myself as I watched it turn into a fine, black smoke, a very familiar fine, black smoke..
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I stirred in my sleep due to an irritating sound on my bedside table. I shifted my hand across the table and found my phone vibrating. I squinted my eyes and focussed on the screen, finding who was calling me.
"Stiles?"
"(Y/n)? (Y/n), S-Scott, I just told Scott. I-I don't know where I am and, the smell is brutal....my eyes are watering.."
"Stiles? Are you okay?" There was static on the other line for a second. "Stiles?"
"Help me, I don't know where I am and i think y legs bleeding.." more static. "Or caught in something-" and with that the line disconnected. My immediate thought was to call Scott, so i did, knowing he would probably be awake if Stiles had just called him. I waited a couple seconds before someone finally answered just as I was pulling on a pair of jeans.
"Scott! What's up with Stiles?"
"I don't know. He just called me, he sounded scared."
"Scott, he sounded terrified." I pulled on my jeans and buttoned and zipped them up, turning around and screaming, dropping my phone and taking in a shaky breath before blinking once and the thing I saw had disappeared. I cautiously picked up my phone and heard Scott repeatedly saying my name.
"(Y/n), are you okay? (Y/n)?" I slowly nodded, more so to tell myself I was. I mean, I had just seen a figure wrapped in bandaged with sharpened metal teeth, of course I wasn't okay.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine." I grabbed a hoodie as quick as possible and slipped it on over my bra before sliding on some converse, very quickly. In the background of my room, the speaker which was previously playing music to keep me asleep suddenly turned to static and I whipped around to stare at it. As I did, a voice crackled through it, broken and scared, maybe even crying.
"Please...come find me..."
I grabbed my keys and was very quick to write a note telling Derek I took his car before running out of the building and driving over to Scott's.
I pulled up to the house just as he and Isaac left the house, poking my head out of the window.
"What the hell is going on?!" I called out, the two coming over swiftly.
"Has Stiles called you?" I shook my head as Scott climbed into the front seat and Isaac got into the back. "He just called us, he started whispering, said there might be someone in there with him." I removed the handbrake and started driving.
"Where?"
"He said it was a basement, industrial maybe? Drive to Stiles'." I was already on route.
When the three of us arrived, we found Aiden and Lydia up in Stiles' room.
"Did he call you too?" Lydia shook her head.
"I heard it."
"Don't ask. It just gets more confusing." I stared at Lydia,t honking it might be the same.
"The speaker." She nodded and so did I, it wasn't that confusing.
"Not as confusing as this." We all finally saw the metal scissors stabbed into Stiles' bed, every possible red string connected to the handle and the walls. "He uses red for-"
"Unsolved cases..." I muttered, turning out of the room and heading to the spare one which was designated as my own and tore apart my drawers looking for something. Aiden carefully pushed open the door and that's when I finally found it.
"What are you doing?" I held up what I had found.
"Looking for this."
"What is it?"
"Something useful to me." It was one of the only things in my room that was strong enough to keep Stiles' scent on it, even out of the things in his room. "I'll see you guys in a bit."
I grabbed Derek's keys and I slipped into the car and immediately swerved out of the spot, already finding Stiles' scent, well the Jeeps gas mixed with Stiles' scent and followed it.
I had been piecing together what Stiles had said. Industrial basement... That's what everyone was focussing on..but what if it was better to focus on the smell making his eyes water... and that's when it hit me. I swerved the car and turned to the first place I could think of.
I quickly pulled up, not bothering to turn the engine off, and threw open the door, already seeing what I needed to. Melissa and SCott's dad pulling Stiles out of the coyote den. I ran down the hill and over to them. He was screaming 'wait' over and over again while Melisssa was holding him and calling out his name, trying to calm him down. I quickly crouched in front of the two and took Stiles' face in my hands my voice shaking as I spoke.
"Stiles! Stiles! Look at me!" Upon hearing my voice, he did and I had the softest but slightly panicked and worried smile. "Hey. Hey, you're okay, you're okay, Stiles. You're fine." He had calmed down as Melissa held him and I kept his head still. I slowly let go of him and he turned to Melissa to see if I was right. She nodded.
"You're all right," his breathing was heavy and I helped Melissa pull him to his feet.