Despite Derek's long history of not trusting and not caring Elena Stark manages to gain his trust and he falls for her hard. But when the hunters declare war against the supernatural and a mysterious creature attacks innocents their trust in one ano...
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For one entire month I was stuck in the damned hospital, I wanted to leave sooner but they wouldn't let me. I kept refusing to see anyone, not wanting to talk or hear sympathies the only person I talked to besides Doctors and nurses was my father. I didn't really have an option there though but it was alright with me, my father knew not to fuss over me because I'd become annoyed he simply came and we talked.
He helped me with my slight amnesia, I'd remember things but they're all blurry and he'd help me when I had questions. Usually he'd explain something to me and a bunch of memories would come back as clear as sunlight. Usually when this happened I'd throw up as an after effect from the overwhelming overload of memories. Halfway through my recovery I could remember everything, the supernatural, Stiles, Derek, Scott everything even up to the point where Jackson attacked me and nearly killed me.
After having my memories restored my father told me what happen dafter I passed out, how Jackson is now "cured". He's a werewolf and Derek is training him, Allison broke up with Scott and pretty much shut herself from the world. Stiles has been spending most of his time in the waiting room waiting for me and at nights my father said Derek would sit and wait. Things seem to have returned back to normal, or as normal as it can be in the supernatural world.
The pain in my back is no longer tortures, it's only a dull ache now and I can walk properly once more. My father has brought me some comfortable clothes and I take shower washing every inch of my body and my hair. Afterwards I get dressed and I braid my still wet hair, I don't bother with make-up I just exit the bathroom greeted by my father. We use the hospital's back exit because I didn't want to run into anyone I know in the waiting room.
I don't know why I didn't want to talk to anyone, maybe it was because I didn't want to answer Lana's pestering questions of what happened. Maybe I didn't want people fussing over me and constantly asking me if I need help or whether I'm alright. Or maybe I feel ashamed for having nearly died, it makes me look weak, and it also make sit look like I need protection which I certainly don't.
My father drives us home and I immediately head up to my room, my father has been giving me a regular dosage of the serum. Which explains the awful taste in my mouth when I woke up. He reckons that if we're careful I'll heal faster and the scars will be unnoticeable since they'll fade almost completely. Once I'm completely healed I need to begin a strict training program, I'm clearly not in good enough shape if I nearly died. I was too lazy this year, I need to push myself and work harder, this can't happen again.
"Sweetheart." My father asks softly as he enters my room.
"Stiles is here should I send him away?" My father asks and I hesitate before sighing and shaking my head.
"Send him up." I tell and my father hesitates before nodding.
Not long after Stiles bursts into my room, I stand up and he tackles me into the tightest hug I've ever experienced. He's careful for the wound on my lower back though, he holds onto me almost crushing the life out of me. He doesn't let go almost as if he fears that if he does I'll fall over and die. I don't complain, I just hug him back realising that I could have never seen him again. Stiles pulls away after what feels like an hour he then looks at me sternly before reaching into his bag and taking out a paper handing it to me.
"Sign it." Stiles says serious and I frown.
"What?" I ask.
"Sign it." He repeats.
"Stiles what is this?" I ask looking at the paper.
"It's a contract, that says you are not allowed to die without my permission." Stiles says and I look at him like he's crazy but he looks dead serious.
"Sign it."
I can't help but smile slightly, I read through the "contract" and sure enough by signing it it'll forbid me from dying without Stiles's permission. I sign at the bottom of the paper on the dotted line which seems to satisfy Stiles. Only then did the tears come in his chocolate eyes as he looks at me. Stiles moves towards me and pokes me.
"You're, you're really here." He says.
"You're alive."
"I think so." I say wiggling my fingers and Stiles pulls me into another embrace.
"Why didn't you allow me to visit you?" He asks braking the embrace and sitting on my bed, I sit next to him and I look at my hands.
"I don't know, I just....I could barely remember a thing when I woke up, I....." I trail off before looking at Stiles.
"I needed time to come to terms with everything, you know, with almost dying." I say and Stiles doesn't seem to judge me or care, he only seems to understand and he nods.
"Well you owe me ice cream for scaring the living day lights out of me." Stiles says and I chuckle.
"Always finding a way to free food?"
"Ice cream isn't food, Ice cream is heaven to your tastebuds." Stiles says and I chuckle.
I'm thankful he doesn't ask me how I'm feeling or whether I'm ok or whether he can do something for me. I'm glad he doesn't ask me about what happened, he just talks to me as we usually do, which is exactly what I need. I need to go back to normal, and I can't do that if everyone stays hung up on my near death.
"Did you hear they're going to make peanut Bar-One's? Peanut Bar-One's?" He repeats like it's an alien specie.
"Bar-One's have gotten along just fine without peanuts in them!" He exclaims and I raise a brow.
"Yes and a week from now you'll be eating them by the ton saying they're better than ice cream." Stiles points a finger at me.
"Nothing's better than ice cream." He says and I roll my eyes. Stiles and I end up watching a movie whilst eating a bunch of junk food, it was nice spending some time with him.
This seems like a good start to return back to normal maybe I'll have a nice relaxing few days before the next horror comes to Beacon Hills.
