The light started to sip through his eyelids causing him to keep his eyes closed tight, a beep, then another, it was a steady rhythm, that was the first thing Stiles noticed followed by the familiar smell of antiseptic, as soon as that smell hit his nostrils he opened up his eyes slowly and took a look at his surroundings.
Why the hell am I at the hospital? was his first thought, seconded by I have to go save my dad, with that in mind, Stiles pulled off his IV "In movies this seems so much easier" He said with a low, raspy voice, and held back a scream when the IV came out "Shit, that hurts" I need to get out of here. Then proceeded to take off the wires attached at his chest, causing the monitor next to his bed to flatline.
Malia jolted awake from her spot on the chair beside the bed when she heard the loud pitch of the monitor, thinking the worst had happened. "Stiles!" The relief on her face was clear when she realised that he was finally awake after weeks of him unconscious on that hospital bed "I can't believe you are awake! How are you feeling? Does something hurt?" The werecoyote asked in a hurry as a watery smile broke into her face as she went to embrace him but he withdraw from her quickly.
"DON'T TOUCH ME, GET AWAY FROM ME" His throat ached, as well of the rest of his body, when the words came out of his mouth, but he kept screaming anyway "I NEED TO FIND SCOTT, WHERE THE HELL IS SCOTT" He tried to get up if the bed but started to feel dizzy.
"Stiles calm down, everything is fine!" Malia tried to reassure him, avoiding to touch him or startled him "Scott's at the cafeteria, he'll be here any minute now."
"NO, nothing is fine, who the hell are you?, get away from me!" the hurt in Malia's eyes was evident, Oh my god, he doesn't know who I am "I have to go save my dad" What!? Stiles, started to hyperventilate as he tried to leave the bed again and get away from Malia.
"What are you talking about? You dad's fine, he left an hour ago to the station."
"You are lying!, my dad is stuck in a root cellar about to be a human sacrifice" Oh no, Malia thought.
Finally a doctor and two nurses came into the room,and gave him a sedative when they noticed the state he was in. Malia watched everything play out in front of her from the side, seeing Stiles scream and cry the way he did, while fighting the nurses, broke her heart.
Temporary amnesia, that was the doctors diagnosis after they gave Stiles a full check up. Noah Stilinski felt grateful that his son was okay and that could leave the hospital soon.
But he couldn't stop thinking about all the memories and people Stiles forgot, downing his mood a bit, especially while he looked at Malia, the girl that spent as much time as possible next to his son, waiting for him to wake up. And Stiles? The last thing he remembers is that he was a seventeen year old boy, a junior in high school, on his way to save his dad and his friends parent, that Alison Argent was still alive and on top of all that, he thought he was still in love with Lydia Martin. And that was far away from Stiles' real feelings, in reality the young man's heart belonged to a certain brown eyed werecoyote, but neither of them knew it yet.