Malia
I glance down at the titled floor of the hospital, my breathing is low as I will myself to relax. It had been an hour since I let go of Stiles hand, they were wheeling him into surgery, straight from the ambulance. I wasn't sure if he was going to be okay, the nurses didn't tell me anything. Every thing was a mess, the way he went down, how my heart felt, it scares me.
I sit in the wooden chair, leaning back, it had been a couple of hours since the doctor talked to me, I wonder if anyone told Stiles dad. Scott had gone home because he had a huge test tomorrow and couldn't afford to fail it, I'm the one who stayed, and promised to text him with any news.
I guess I better eat, I think to myself as I stand up, my body feels completely weak, and I barely hear the chime of my phone as I pull it out of my pocket.
There is just texts from our friends, all asking the same questions.
Is Stiles ok?
I sigh deep, grabbing a bag of potato chips from the vending machine.
I hate hospitals, they remind me of my mother, and how I almost watched her suffer until they wheeled her away, but I still sat in the chair, hoping that she was going to make it out alive.
I was so blind.
Just like I am now.
I lean my head back against the wall, suddenly losing my non existent appetite. My hands run down my hair, onto my shirt, well, not my shirt, Stiles shirt, I clutch onto the fabric, picturing it's his strong shoulder, my hands shake lightly as I imagine him before me.
Stiles, you're going to be okay. I whisper lightly, as I feel a small tear run down my cheek, I wipe it away as fast as it comes.
Why was I acting like this? Why was seeing him passed out in front of my eyes too much to bear?
I care for him, yes, but this is something deeper. Something I have to repress.
I wipe away a few more tears, and open my eyes, ripping the bag of chips open, I force myself to eat them, they taste salty until I realize that their mixing in with my tears.
I can't stop shaking, as I set down the chips, tapping my foot against the tiled floor of the hospital.
"I'm very sorry to say, she didn't make it through the night." The female doctor's voice rings through my ears.
My eyes snap open, and I hear birds chirping outside, I sigh deep, running my hands through my messed up braid, it was such a long night, nightmares, I'm surprised no one woke me, the doctors must be just getting into the office.
I yawn loud, covering my mouth.
I hated dreaming of my mother, it always made me sad when reality set in.
She was never coming back.
I rub my eyes slowly, and see someone left me coffee, I smile a little, thinking of Stiles.
I place my hand around the styrofoam cup, letting the hot liquid soothe my nerves.
I can't think of Stiles in that way I was thinking of him last night, it wouldn't be right, we're just friends, but I don't want to lose him.
I hear heels clicking down a hallway as I drink some more coffee, was this the doctor?
Once I look up I see a women in a white coat, standing in front of me, she has a clip board in her hand.
"Are you his sister?" She asks, tugging on her glasses, so that they fit on her face again, her voice sounds tired, and I almost feel bad for her.
She must be the one to deliver the bad news.
"No." I say, shaking my head, a sad smile on my face.
Just tell me, get it over with, I won't cry.
I'm lying to myself.
"Well, he is going to be okay, just a little bruised up, you can see him, if you want." She says, looking at me.
I gasp a little, feeling a warm flutter in my chest.
He was okay.
I smile at her, thanking her, as I grab my phone, sending a mass text out to everyone.
I won't go see him though, I'm too vulnerable, I hope his father comes though, I imagine them clinging to each other, father and son.
Stiles deserves someone to love him
It can't be me though.
I get up, throwing the cup away, before I leave I take one last look at it, feeling the familiar tears invade my vision, I blink them away, forcing my two feet out of the hospital before I have second thoughts.
I will.
(So, this is kind of sad, I know, but it makes sense because Malia has never felt like this before, she's used to everything getting taken away from her. But Stiles.. she feels.. something, but she doesn't want to lose what she has with him, this is the angst. I hope you still want to read this story, remember all love stories have bumps in the road :) )
