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Kayla had just about had enough of all this... whatever the hell it was. The hospital. The nurses. The doctors. The equipment. The stupid, stupid white walls and that awful smell of disinfectant and cleaner. She just hated hospitals with a vengeance and Derek had conveniently taken her to one. She wasn't mad at him per se for doing that, he was just worried but... she seriously hated hospitals.

Her head felt like it was increasing in size but she didn't say anything to the doctors - hell, they'd just performed a flipping CT scan, they knew what was wrong with her. They wheeled her back to her room, told her they would be back in a moment, and left - which was when Stiles and Derek walked back in.

"So what was the diagnosis?" Derek asked, folding his arms across his chest. Kayla took a deep breath, focusing on trying to not let her heart glitch when she told a lie. She just had to believe the lie was all - that was a sure way to pass the 'test'. So, she imagined the nurses and the doctors informing her that she was completely fine and encouraged her to go home and get a good night's sleep.

"Completely fine - ridiculously fine actually, just a bump to the head, nothing to cry over... I can actually go home" She stated, picking up her folded clothes, that were slightly torn and ragged but better than the damn gown at any rate. Stiles let out a disbelieving snort, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes Kayla, you're completely fine - I mean, it's not like you were in a car accident or anything" He stated sarcastically and Kayla exhaled loudly.

"Well, I'm just gonna change and then one of you jackas-" She started to say, hoping to make a quick get away but that annoying red headed nurse strode in, holding a clip board to her chest and sending Kayla a disapproving glare.

"Miss Hale" She said sternly, "Where do you think you're going? The CT scan indicated that you have slight swelling on the right side of your brain that, if left alone and unmonitored, could increase and stop the fluids running through to your brain - I suggest you take a seat and allow me to administer the sedative before I call security" She demanded and Kayla rolled her eyes, wincing at the pain in her head.

"Then you need to seriously get your equipment checked because, for the last time, I'm fine... I can walk, talk, and will throw you through the wall if I wanted to" She snapped, trying to get her point across. Couldn't they realise she didn't want to stay here? How just the idea terrified her?

"Kayla" Derek snapped in a harsh voice as Stiles watched the two back and forth like a frigging tennis match, "Do as they tell you"

Kayla felt her anger brimming to the surface but held it back determinedly, trying to keep as calm as possible. The nurse left and seconds later she heard the tannoy call for aided help and to come to room 245, coincidentally where she was.

"This is ridiculous" Kayla said, trying to leave but Derek stood in front of her, folding his arms and Stiles didn't know what to say.

"I understand your reluctance-"

"No you don't Derek" She snapped, "I watched them die in a hospital and do you know what the so-called doctors did? Nothing, absolutely nothing, so get out of my way" She said, her voice level but Stiles detected that raw anger making it's way to the surface. He gulped, walking over beside Derek. He assumed 'they' meant her dad and brother and Stiles agreed with what she said. He watched his mom die and it definitely wasn't a pleasant experience, it send chills up his spine just coming near a hospital.

It was then two large men walked in, dressed in scrubs, followed by the red-headed nurse and Stiles watched as they prepared the injection, presumably the sedative.

"Now Miss Hale, we're just going to administer the sedative and monitor your brain-"

"No you're not, you're not gonna touch me okay?" Kayla demanded and Stiles watched in concern as she began to get hysterical - something Stiles had never seen before - she always seemed so calm and unfazed but now... she was unravelling and Stiles' realised even she had her weaknesses. She prepared to storm away from the place but one of the buff men gently grabbed her gently and Kayla, obviously not being at full strength, protested weakly but was powerless as the red headed nurse injected her arm full of clear liquid and Stiles bit back his faintness - yeah, everyone had a weakness and his was needles.

"Stop... st-st-st..." Kayla stuttered, her body going limp as her eyelids began to slide shut, "D-D-Derek?" She asked faintly as she was placed gently on the bed and Stiles felt worry flare up in his chest. What the hell was going on? Derek strode forward and took her hand, something that made Stiles take a double take, and move some hair away from her face.

"D-Der... why?" She slurred as they began to hook her up to different equipment and Stiles' heart pounded in his chest. She was far from okay.

"It's for the best Kayla... just try and relax" He stated, concern lining his voice as Kayla tried to reply but her head fell to the side as she got completely knocked out by the drugs in her system.

"I suggest you both go home and get some rest - she's going to be knocked out for tonight and most of the day... if anything changes we'll inform you" The red head said, placing the chart at the end of the bed in that little white holder. Derek unclasped his hand from Kayla's, his eyes turning steely as Stiles saw him trying to put up that mask again - the one that said 'nothing can penetrate me' but Stiles saw right through it. He gave a sharp nod and turned on his heel, leaving the room where as Stiles held back, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He just wanted to make sure she was okay, he kept trying to remind himself, nothing more.

"Don't worry, I can assure you your girlfriend is going to be completely fine, nothing a good rest won't cure" The red head said, holding open the door for him and Stiles spluttered, mouth gaping.

"She's-she's not my g-girlfriend" He protested, spinning around so rapidly he almost slipped on the floor, "I mean - she's a girl and my friend but not my girlfriend... she's my girl friend but not my girlfriend" Stiles exclaimed, using rapid arm movements to prove his point. Seriously? Why did everyone just assume they were together? Like, a guy and a girl could be just friends, it's not that totally unheard of.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just assumed because... uh" Her head nodded down to the bed and Stiles looked down, seeing Kayla's hand lightly gripping his wrist and his fingers were splayed across her hand and Stiles almost choked on his spit. What? When did that happen? Huh? He glanced up at the nurse quickly, and then back down, a panicked expression on his face and Stiles was sure the red head gave a small smirk.

"Well, at any rate she's going to be fine, but you won't if you stay up all night worrying" And Stiles nodded, gently peeling his hand away from Kayla's grasp and escaping the room that made him feel like he was confined. He glanced over his shoulder, just to double check, and let out a squawk and jumped back dramatically at Derek who had magically appeared out of no where, a glaring look plastered on his face.

"Jesus" Stiles exclaimed, holding a hand to his chest, "What the hell? Are you a ninja or something cause we should really get you a bell" He exclaimed as Derek continued to glare at him and Stiles' gulped. Uh oh, stupid werewolf hearing, Stiles cursed as he, very carefully, moved around Derek who just kept turning to glare at him.

"Yup... I'm going now... going... going... gone" Stiles stuttered, taking off down the corridor and practically flinging himself into his dad's examination room. He looked a lot better and had a rather large ice pack held against his back but most of the colour had returned to his face. He even managed to raise his eyebrows at Stiles' behaviour so, obviously, he was feeling much much better.

"Do I even want to know?" His dad asked with a shake of his head and Stiles let out a nervous chuckle - well, he couldn't exactly say one of his friend's werewolf relatives practically sent him a death threat through his eyes because some random nurse assumed he and his friend were an item because she got attacked by an alpha, could he? His dad would surely get him locked up.

So he just settled for a less guilty grin as possible, plonking himself down in the hard plastic chair, determined not to leave his dad's side until absolutely necessary.


Stiles tried to avoid Scott at all costs the next day at school. He wasn't mad at his friend... well, screw that, he was, he wanted to tear his frigging head off but he knew that if he saw Scott, saw those puppy dog eyes, then he would forgive him - and Stiles didn't want to do that, at least not right away.

"Stiles! Stiles!" He heard someone call and looked around - it was only halfway through the school day but he already wanted to leave and go home and sleep for a week. Or a month. Whatever.

"Uh... hey Allison?" Stiles replied uncertainty, looking around just to make sure that she was, indeed, talking to him.

"Um, Scott's been looking for you all day" She said, hugging the books to her chest, "He thinks you're avoiding him"

"Uh... I am?" Stiles said but it came out as more of a question than a solid, knowing answer.

"Anyway..." Allison gave him this look like 'yup-staying out of the friendship quarrels' and placed a hand on his forearm, making him jump slightly.

"He told me about your dad... I hope everything's okay with him" Allison said sympathetically, brown eyes concerned.

"Uh yes, yes he's fine... I guess, a little beat up but it's soft tissue damage so it'll heal - thank god" Stiles rambled, knowing that Allison was probably going to tell Scott everything he had said but found he really couldn't care less.

"That's good then" Allison said, smiling encouragingly as she whipped out her phone, fingers tapping quickly as she typed out a quick text, "Anyway, you haven't seen Kayla have you? I was hoping she would be in today so we could, uh... discuss things" Allison said and Stile watched as her cheeks began to heat up. Before he could say anything though a phone beeped in his pocket and Allison looked up at him in shock, eyes moving from his face to his pants pocket suspiciously.

"Uh... why do you have Kayla's phone?" She asked, mouth slack with shock as Stiles gulped nervously. Crap. He forgot he had that. He and Derek had, very very very early this morning retrieved Kayla's stuff from her busted up car and, just after Derek left, Stiles wandered back to his jeep but found Kayla's phone lying on the ground, it's screen slightly cracked. He took it, intending to give it back but paying no heed of it until now, when it so conveniently went off in his pocket. Darn.

"Uh..." Stiles said, scratching his head awkwardly and looking around, avoiding Allison's eyes - she would probably accuse him of being a pervert or a stalker... most likely both. "She had a car accident last night... I was gonna give it back..." He trailed off, trying to look completely innocent.

"Oh my god... what?" Allison exclaimed as Stiles explained what had happened (obviously missing out the whole werewolf-Alpha thing) and explained her condition in the hospital.

"It was just a concussion though, right? She'll be okay?" Allison asked, biting her fingernails.

"Yeah, I mean she was about to kick and scream her way out last night but they sedated her but other than that she's perfect... I mean...perfect health condition, y'know - healthily living and.. stuff" Stiles rambled, "So 'yeah', to answer your question in short"

The warning bell rang and both Stiles and Allison looked up at the same time, snapping them out of their conversation. They bid farewell and took off in their separate directions but, as Stiles rounded a corner, he almost ran into Scott head first, who, conveniently, was using his 'puppy dog' eyes to full power.

"Stiles, I'm really, really sor-"

"Don't Scott" Stiles sighed, pushing past his best friend, deliberately knocking his shoulder for emphasis. It made his heart hurt just snapping at his best friend but didn't Scott get it? His dad, the only person he had left, was injured - and Stiles partially blamed Scott for that.

"Stiles... please" Scott begged but Stiles shook his head determinedly - no, Scott needed to know there was consequences for his actions, so he just continued walking, trying not to let the bitterness show on his face.


Stiles was pacing. This wasn't a new thing, in fact, he paced most of the time, though denied it frequently, but this time he felt the universe should allow him his pacing time. It wasn't like he was nervous per se... he'd known Kayla for a while now and got on well with her but after everyone assuming they were a couple and the whole 'touchy feely' episodes when she was drugged out her mind, he had the right to feel a little awkward, right? right?

He walked up to the door, about to gather his confidence but his finger faltered on the doorbell. Nah, he'd just see her at school - a very social and crowded environment, with people there... yup, that's what he'd do. He turned on his heel, pocketing her phone until he heard the door opening and whipped around.

"Stiles right?" Mrs Hale asked, a pleasant smile plastered on her face.

"Uh, yes... yes that's me - Stiles here" He said, raising a hand in some sort of awkward greeting.

"I thought so... you should come in, it's getting cold out here" She said, steeping aside as Stiles glanced around. He was nervous to go in but didn't want to seem rude and decline Kayla's mom's nice offer. So, he nodded and stepped in.

"I assume you're here for Kayla... she's up in her room, finally, after wrestling with her for the past three hours about resting - honestly, she's as stubborn as an Ox that one" Mrs Hale chuckled, and Stiles agreed whole-heartedly.

"She sure is" Stiles agreed, stuffing his hands in his pockets and bouncing on his feet.

"Oh, you can go right up, I'm sure she'll be happy to see you, you remember where her room is?" Her mom asked pleasantly and Stiles nodded as he made his way up the stairs, took a right and it was the second door on the left - not that he memorised it or anything. He tapped the door and heard a groan from inside.

"Mom, I'm fine, for the hundredth time" Kayla groaned and Stiles smirked, taking a deep breath before poking his head in.

"Is that supposed to be an insult?" Stiles grinned, having the satisfaction of watching Kayla look up in shock.

"Stiles... Hey" She greeted, putting down her book and smiling, "What brings you over?"

"Uh, just bringing back your phone... you left it out on the middle of the road, it's kinda cracked but it still works" He claimed, handing it over, "I mean, I think it still works, I'm not sure... I haven't checked it or anything..." He rambled, putting his foot in his mouth - again.

"Stiles it's fine" Kayla laughed, "Relax - and thank you, I actually completely forgot about it" She admitted, "Now, not only does the Alpha owe me a car but also a new phone... I wonder where I could send the bill?" She mused thoughtfully and that made Stiles smile.

"Oh, I dunno... I'm sure he has some underground layer or something"

They chatted comfortably between them for the next few minutes, Stiles relaxing almost immediately until he looked around, not realising Kayla was sitting so close to him, and felt his heart racing. Why was it he always got himself in these situations? The situations where he began to actually like someone but knew they would never like him back in that way. It happened with Lydia and now it was happening with Kayla, he could just feel it.

Her green eyes were gleaming at him, chestnut coloured hair falling in front of her face and Stiles had the sudden urge to move it away but, thankfully, managed to restrain himself. He didn't move away immediately and neither did she, but Stiles felt like he was frozen in place. He couldn't move, let alone breathe.

"Uh..." Kayla murmured, meeting his gaze and holding it steadily. Stiles' mind went blank for a few seconds, and he didn't know who initiated the first move, but he felt a soft pressure on his lips and his eyes went wide. What? How? Huh? His mind went haywire as he tried to form at least one coherent thought but his brain waves must've been clogged or something, or maybe he was in shock because a girl was actually kissing him, because his train of thought was in shambles.

He honestly had no idea what to do.

Well, that could he do?

Nothing like this had ever happened to him before so he sat there for a good few seconds, eyes wide as he tried to wrap his head around the idea before the feeling got too much. He always moaned and complained at those stupid rom-com movies where that 'one kiss' made them fall head over heels in love, but now... what was he feeling because he felt his chest expanding and his head going fuzzy. His eyes drifted shut as his body moved as if on its own accord, leaning in slightly. He moved his lips slowly, testing out the action, and held back a groan. Oh god... how did it feel so good? He had dreams, well, multiple dreams, about something like this happening but in real life it felt one hundred times better, actually scrap that, one thousand billion times better.

Kayla's lips were soft yet firm as they pressed against his, her head tilted to the side as one hand gripped the front of his checked shirt, crinkling the material. Their lips moulded together perfectly as they moved and Stiles was sure she could hear his heart beating. A few seconds later Kayla pulled away, green eyes alight and Stiles snapped back to reality. Holy shit - what the hell just happened? That must've been a dream, it must've. His palms got clammy and he felt a shift in his breathing pace. He enjoyed it, so very, very much to the point where he had the sudden urge to grab her and never let go, but, as much as he hated to admit it, it was a mistake. He wasn't the type of guy to get the girl, he was the sidekick, the lovesick puppy and, soon enough, whoever he got close to would see that and leave. He didn't want to ruin a blossoming friendship over his feelings - or whatever the hell it was.

"Um, uh... s-sorry, I-I didn't, ah... oh my god... I, that's uh..." He stumbled over his words and he almost tripped over his feet in a haste to stand up off the bed - yes, put as much distance between them as possible, that might work.

"Stiles, wait-" He heard Kayla say but was too wrapped up in his own panicking to take heed of her words.

"I should - uh, I s-should go... Um, I-I didn't mean to b-bother you... everything just, ah... n-never mind, ah, I'll see you tomorrow" He stuttered, walking backwards to the door, "Or not, I-I mean, w-whatever... if you're feeling better, not that you have to s-show up, um... just giving you options and everything... wow, would you look at t-the time, uh... s-see ya" He rushed out, throwing open the door and racing down the stairs faster than he ever thought possible, leaving Kayla sitting cross-legged on her bed, eyebrows raised in exasperation.

Phew, another chapter done - so... I hope y'all liked this one, haha! I'm trying to update everyday but, if I can't, at least every two days. So, please please please leave your thoughts below - they mean so much and are serious motivators AND i'm very curious as to your opinions on this chapter, and I think you all know why ;) so please leave your comments below, the more I get the faster i'll update! thanks lovelies :)