Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Part 39

"I miss it." I sat on my bed, Stiles beside me as I sniffled.

"Miss what?" Stiles was laying down on my bed while I was sat up, fiddling with my hands, Hallow chilling in the corner on a beanbag reading a book.

"I miss when Scott was awkward and quiet, when you were dorky and not as serious as you are now. I miss not dealing with crazy supernatural stuff. It's never been this kind of crazy, supernatural antics, everything went to shit town when Scott got bitten." Stiles sat up, propping himself up on his arms. "We didn't have to deal with Dread Doctors, Sacrifices, Alpha packs, everything changed when Scott became a werewolf and a True Alpha." Even Hallow was looking at me now. "I want us to all be kids again, when everything was simple, when it was just the three of us."

Before I knew it, I was sleeping through a rather eventful night.

"Because you're barely human."

I stood in the doorway of the library, feeling a force beginning to surround me, including severe gusts of wind and the gathering of shadows.

"Theo!" The boy whipped around and I saw his bloodied hand and my semi-dying friend. "What the hell?!" I took a couple steps towards him.

"(Y/n)-"

"You're killing my friends? Because you want a pack?" I felt the presences around me grow.

"(Y/n), who is-"

"I'm (Y/n)'s familiar, although familiars are just other supernatural creatures assigned to witches to aide them throughout life." I turned my head and saw my familiar. "I'm here to aide my witch. You see, I'm not just a familiar, I'm a demon." Hallow began to grow closer to Theo, his hands stuffed into his pockets. "Demonology...Necromancy...Beelzebub, Lucifer, Lord of the flies, Prince of Darkness, the Antichrist, Moloch...basically, I'm Satan and I'm serving a very powerful witch...but you, you can call me Hallow. It's a pleasure, Mr Raeken." Mason and Theo stared at my cat and the shadow, ghostly creatures that surrounded him like a miniature army. "I suggest you leave before we kill you." The next thing we were seeing was Theo walking out of the Library, Hallow reverting to his usual demeanour. "Go see if Mason's okay, I'll check on Scott." I headed over to the younger boy and helped him stand up, checking his head for any injury.

I felt my phone go off in my pocket, looking up to see Melissa running into the library while Hallow and Mason were trying to stop Scott's bleeding.

"Scott! Scott! no, no, no, no, no, no." She skid across the floor to kneel next to her son. My mind was blank for the next few minutes until Scott's deafening roar ripped through the area.

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I had checked my phone and when I had fully processed what it said, I was running out to my car, almost crying and almost speeding to the hospital ER. I slammed open the doors and glanced around the waiting room, immediately spotting Stiles in a state of near crying. I carefully approached him, taking the seat to his left and setting my hand on his arm. He looked at me and I could see he was about to cry, so I let him rest his head on my shoulder as I rest my head on his.

"You're a witch, right? You can use magic?" I nodded just as his hand slipped to link with mine. "Can't you heal him?" I shook my head sadly.

"I don't know any healing spells...I'm sorry, I wish I did, the book's with Hal..." Stiles nodded before falling asleep not long after.

In a short amount of time, Melissa had appeared and Stiles was still asleep, tightly gripping my hand. I lightly nudged Stiles, causing him to stir awake, jumping when he saw Scott's mom.

"Hey, he's okay, he's okay." I smiled and rest my head on Stiles' shoulder, content as anything. Stiles nodded and relaxed, leaning back in his chair. "Doctor Geyer is stitching him up right now."

"Okay, I wanna see him." Melissa stopped him.

"The anaesthesia needs to wear off. It's gonna be at least two hours."

"Okay, yeah, but everything's gonna be okay though, I mean, he's okay?" I rubbed my other hand over Stiles', the one he had linked with mine, sending him a comforting smile.

"Stiles, he's fine, okay?" He swallowed at my words and nodded, lightly squeezing my hand. "We can see him in a few hours." He nodded again and when he spoke his voice was shaky.

"Oh, thank god." I smiled and rest my head on his shoulder.

"He's going to be fine, Mis."

"Two hours ago, he was fine. Now it looks like somebody took a baseball bat to his neck." Stiles' voice was filled with worry but also that tiny bit of anger. His one hand was still linked with mine in a sense to calm himself down.

"There could have been some minor internal-"

"Did you say 'minor internal'?" I squeezed his hand to warn him to calm a little more. "Since when is anything internal minor?"

"Stiles..." I warned again. He looked right at me, his chocolate brown eyes showing hints of pain. My expression fell and I became silent.

"I need to know what's going on with him, okay? Doctor Greyer, somebody needs to tell me what's happening. Somebody needs to tell me what's happening to him!" There was a moment of silence after Stiles' little outburst.

"We don't know..." Melissa replied and I felt my best friend grip my hand as he looked behind the two doctors at the door. He released my hand before heading towards the doors. I called out to him.

"Stiles!" He kept going, like he had a mission. I watched with wide eyes as one of my childhood friends grabbed Scott's collar, slammed him against the wall before pinning him to the floor.

"Where were you? You trusted him. You believed him. Right, huh? So, where were you?"

"Stiles." I followed Melissa and Doctor Greyer to try and stop him.

"Where the hell were you?!"

"Stiles!" I cried out, grabbing his arm and trying to pull him back. "Stiles! Stop it!" Stiles was pulled away from Scott and Scott was pulled up by security. Stiles tried to pull from the Securities grip before his eyes landed on my distraught figure and he gave up, letting them release him before he shrugged them off and stepped over to me.

"Look, you're dad's not the only one who got hurt."

Stiles noticed the blood seeping through our friends shirt.

"Oh, you'll heal."

"I'm not talking about me." I shared a look with Stiles in utter confusion.