FYI-this was posted on my Tumblr before posted here, if it seems familiar. COULD be a longer story depending on the reviews.

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While Lydia is laying, stuck in her comatose, Stiles leans over the bed. He smiled, softly, and, maybe it was to hold the pain. To deal with it. He knew, that when she was to wake up, the odds of her being all-there were zero to none. But, she was okay. And, she was alive. She would continue to live on, to prosper, and maybe she would even go on to have a normal life.

Things had happened, since the car accident. He was practically at her side every day, despite what anyone would tell him–his father, Scott, even Malia, his girlfriend, well..now ex-girlfriend. He had began to see Lydia so much, just sitting at the edge of that bed, staring at the same sleeping figure, she had grown sick of it. And, they called it quits.

But, he realized something. Malia was a passing face. She was someone to kiss, someone to smile and laugh with, but, so was Lydia. Lydia and he, they had the strongest of connections. They were tethered. Opposites that always attracted, despite which Alpha werewolf or lacrosse player she had currently been dating. So, he would never give up hope.

Cautiously, he reached into the pocket of his hoodie, pulling out a package of Reese's cups. He tore the orange wrapping off, pulling one out for himself, and peeling off the wrapped. The other set by her side. He always did it, left one out for her. He knew, that the nurses threw them away. But, he knew, one day, she would wake up. She would see the single Reeses left in the package, and she would eat it. Just like he knew, that one day, if she already hadn't, she would love him back.