Stiles rapidly grew for the best and was eventually released from the hospital to stay at his house and rest. I spent every moment of the day with him, either to help or just to sit and talk with him. He liked my hair cut, saying that it made my giant eyes enormous and adorable. As he grew stronger and better, so did I. My whole inner strength was slowly being rebuilt with every smile and laugh that made its way out of Stiles and he knew that. He told me, from day one, that I was what saved him. He was in a ghost form, unable to communicate with anyone, and had witnessed when I had shown my ribs. That scared him and he knew he could never leave me for long. Because of this ordeal, everybody in Beacon Hills now knew that the love I had for Stiles wasn't just fake love. They knew that we had a special bond and Derek explained to the pack that Stiles and I had imprinted on each other and were unable to live without each other. Which, in a way, would explain why the past events with me and him had even happened. "God, Stiles," I whispered, pushing myself up to his face. "If you knew how much I loved you." "I do," Stiles whispered, staring lovingly down at me. "I love you too."
