The Pain

Pain {peɪn} Noun

Highly unpleasant physical sensation caused by illness or injury.

Stiles was still trying his best to balance, his doctor told him it was to do with the illness, but it was more to do with the lack of sleep. On the way, Malia kept her hand firmly linked in his as Scott stuck by his side, making sure if he fell, he'd be there to catch him. "I really want to go to bed," Stiles sighed, he leant into Scott more, Malia looked at the Alpha, concerned; he gave her a reassuring look as he clung onto Stiles's arm, "Oh look the door," Stiles joked.

Derek, who was walking with Lydia, Liam and Melissa, reached forward pulling it open, he made sure they were all in before letting himself in, "Wait, where did Cora, Liam and My Dad go?" Stiles asked, only just realising their disappearance.

"Cora left to go and make sure my old loft hadn't been overtaken by swatters, remember?" Derek questioned worried, Stiles nodded unsurely, "Liam's Dad wanted to speak to him and your Dad is filling forms out."

"Oh yeah," Stiles tried to move past the fact he was already forgetting, but the truth was he had been more distracted by the overwhelming tiredness that was crushing him down.

"Deaton..." Scott's voice echoed out, the veterinarian stepped out of the shadows.

"Not all of you will fit in that back, sorry." Deaton sighed, "Scott, Stiles and Melissa, follow me." Scott and Melissa walked through the gate.

"Be back in a minute," Stiles's fingers escaped Malia's grasp and straight away he felt unsafe, but he followed his best friend and was soon far away from Malia.

Malia didn't notice that her hand was still held out, like she was expecting him to be there; she shook her hand before dropping it back by her side, she cupped her mouth and took a seat, tears dripped down her face as she tried to forget all the news she had found out in the last hour of her life. She breathed out deeply through her teeth, trying her best to calm herself down; she felt Derek's hand on her shoulder, her head into his side and he held her close.

In the back, Deaton got straight to work, "I'm gonna test your blood, Scott, with Stiles's to see if he would take the bite, but just to be safe, I'm gonna test yours with your Mum's, so that we can be definite."

"Okay," Scott answered, "Will it be quick?"

"Hopefully," Deaton took a small needle of blood from all of them; Stiles closed his eyes and almost broke Scott's hand as he had his blood taken, "Not a fan of needles?"

"It just took all my power not to faint," Stiles whispered when the needle was taken out, he laid his head on Scott's shoulder and his friend rubbed his back, "Better get used to it, hey?"

"This could be a good result," Scott whispered to him as he placed his shoulder, "Stop putting your hopes down."

"Sorry, Scottie," Stiles answered, "I've never been the most optimistic person in the world."

"Oh you can say that again." Scott and Stiles laughed out loud.

"Let's get back to the others," Stiles sat pushing himself up, he walked out with Melissa and Scott close behind.

Stiles stopped in his tracks at the sight of Malia crying into Derek's side; he took in a deep breath and it finally hit him how much the girl loved him, "Malia?" His name spoke her voice so innocently and full of pain, she snapped her eyes up and tore herself apart from her cousin, once again taking her first love into her open arms, she wailed into his shoulder, "Hey." He rubbed his back lovingly.

"Where's Lydia?" Scott asked Derek.

"Parrish called to see how she was doing," Derek explained, he walked over to Scott, lowing his voice, "Malia is completely smitten with Stiles, his pain if literally causing her pain too," he looked at her, "When I was holding her hand, I was actually taking her pain."

"Emotion pain is really rare for werewolves to be able to take," Scott looked as Malia held onto Stiles like her life depended on it, "When Lydia chose Parrish, it tore Stiles apart, but I can feel it now, he's just realised it's her, Malia loves him more than anything in this universe, she adores him." He whispered, Malia's looked over Stiles's shoulder at Scott, she nodded gently and was delighted that finally someone understood how much Stiles meant to her.

"Malia, I really need to sit down now," Stiles muttered, they both sat down, "You okay?"

"I don't think I ever will be," Malia answered.

Lydia opened the door, phone still in hand; she tucked in her pocket, "Any news?" She asked.

"Not yet," Melissa told her, she walked over to take a sit next to her son figure, "Whatever happens, I'm still here, Stiles."

"You've always been here, Mum," considering only Melissa and Stiles had decided it was time for him to call her that, everyone else's hearts skipped a beat and Scott felt like his heart stopped all together.

The door opened to reveal a very out of breath Liam Dunbar, "Sorry, my Dad really wanted to make sure I was doing alright."

"That's okay kid; have you updated Hayden and Mason?" Stiles asked.

"Not yet, after we found out if can be bitten or not, I will." Liam told him.

"Why isn't my Dad here yet?" Stiles questioned, "All he had to do was help fill in my information," everyone could feel the anxiousness in his voice, "He needs to be here."

Scott closed his eyes and listened to all the sounds outside, "He's here," he said, opening his eyes.

Stiles stood up, making sure his hand stayed locked in Malia's. The door opened and the Sheriff ignored everyone so that he could take his son into a well deserved hug, which Stiles could only commit to with one hand as Malia wasn't letting go anytime soon. "Hi Dad," he pulled away.

"It's done," Deaton was stood in the door frame, he was holding to white containers, "Ready?" They all nodded.

Lydia and Derek stood leaning into the wall, holding each other's hands for comfort. Scott stood with his Mum, linking arms and not wanting to let her go, Stiles sat with Malia, their fingers still linked, "Here." Deaton passed Stiles one of the containers, "I haven't look, but that's yours."

"Melissa," he pulled her blood sample out, "You wouldn't reject the bite, your blood stayed red." She took hold of the vile, "That's what yours needs to look like Stiles, just so you know, more people survive it, then die from it."

"Let me guess, if this is black, I'll reject it," Stiles said shaking the cup, Deaton nodded, "Better now than never," he opened it open and titled it into his hand, clasping his hand down so no one saw it.

He held it his fist out in front of everyone and revealed the vile, he closed his eyes tightly when the small slither of hope he had left was gone:

His blood was jet-black.

Please Note: I researched FTD, so all of this things Stiles does connects to the truth. This scene sat in hospitals are based on my experiences and what I see in British hospitals - but the supernatural stuff is all made up in my head!