Playing With Fire ➳ Stiles Stilinski [3]

Ambulance Talks And The Overlooked

Skyler's P.O.V
I felt my heavy breathing echo through the hospital garage as I kept my eyes on the ambulance.

I used every ounce of energy I had to drag my body towards the door and began pounding my fists on it.

I watched as Stiles jumped for a second before forcing the door open and quickly grabbed my arm helping me climb in.

I sat on the opposite side of him letting the awkward silence take over.

"How did you..."

I shook my head at him, unwilling to talk and catch my breath because, for the last few minutes, I'd been running trying to find someone.

More like anyone who wasn't trying to kill me.

I stared down at Cora who looked like she was hanging on to the last thread of life. I don't think she's looked worse.

"Hey." Stiles kept his eyes on Cora and didn't bother answering me. I scoffed leaning back. "Asshole."

He kept his eyes on Cora, helpless and lying there on the brink of death. It's scary. She's scaring me. And so is he.

"Stiles, your dad isn't the only one that's missing so could you at least do me a favour and look at me?"

Not even a flinch.

So fucking stubborn.

"Then again you have always had the skill of holding a grudge." I looked down at my fingers and let out a heavy sigh.

The silence was more painful than Jennifer's punches. I get we were fighting before but I almost died and he can't even look at me.

I'm doing everything I can by trying with him and showing him I'm here and all he's doing is ignoring me.

"You know after all of this I thought I'd be able to get my Dad to come travel Europe with me," I coughed trying to cover up the tightness in my throat as I held back tears. "Now that he's been used as bait. I...I don't know what's gonna happen."

He shook his head keeping his head down and not saying anything. Why won't he just look at me?

"Stiles. Please say something. I hate it when we're not talking," that time my voice did wobble. I didn't care.

I can't care about looking vulnerable. He has all of me to take and he doesn't even want it. Because of one fight. Because I let his Dad get taken.

"I want to tell you that we are going to find your dad. I wanna fight for you. Please just look at me when I tell you I regret not having the strength to fight her and save him—"

"That. That right here. That's the problem Sky," Stiles interrupted me, not letting another word fall out of my mouth. "You got hurt because I was dumb enough to not come with you."

That wasn't his fault. None of this is his fault. None of what's happened to me. "We fought. We fight."

"Yeah, but I didn't come after you. I didn't apologise. I let myself think you were angry with me that you needed space—"

"No," I quickly shook my head at him, all of me falling apart. "No, you can't seriously think that happened because we decided to split up?"

"But we did. I didn't come after you."

"That's why you won't look at me?"

His answer died on his lips, still unable to meet my eyes as he used the back of his hand to wipe the few tears that left him.

"I can't defend myself. You're worried about me when you're hurting. You just told me that I'm going to find my Dad and everything will be okay even though your dad is missing. You keep worrying about me and can't put yourself first because you're stubborn and too selfless. I can't let you keep getting hurt because you care about me to worry about yourself."