Hey guys! Um, just wanted to give a quick thanks to everyone who reviewed and followed since last chapter! It really meant a lot :) Anyways, here's the chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen wolf or any of it's characters.

Stiles kind of expected to wake up in a hospital bed.

I mean, when you collapse in a screaming fit and your ears start bleeding, where else are your friends and family going to take you?

Luckily, Stiles didn't wake with a creepy voice in his head. Instead he felt a cold cloth on his forehead, and heard a soothing voice that could only be recognized as Melissa's. "Hey, sweetie, open your eyes." He did as she said, immediately regretting it afterwards. Who turned on the goddamn stadium lights?

Stiles opened his eyes again, slower. He blinked a couple of times, looking around the room. It consisted only of his bed and about five chairs that surrounded it. He sighed, sitting back on his pillow and raising his hands to touch the bandages that were on the sides of his head. "How long was I out, Mama M?"

Melissa chuckled, putting the cloth down and sitting next to his legs on the bed. "About two days." She checked her watch. "The doctor said you wouldn't be awake 'till morning, but it's currently two a.m."

"What do they think is wrong with me?" Stiles attempted to sit up, and when Melissa didn't protest, he took a lead and moved to sit right next to her. Melissa sighed. Stiles looked over at her, noticing the worry lines and dread clear on her face. "What's wrong?"

"Stiles, they-" She sighed again, looking down at the clipboard in her lap. "The doctor that examined you figured that you had a surprise panic attack that was too much to handle. You clawed at the sides of your head a little, but they didn't really have an explanation for that."

From the tone of her voice, Stiles knew that wasn't all. "What else?" He sat straighter in panic, looking at her more urgently.

Melissa finally looked him in the eyes. "They also think you might have a brain tumor."

It took Stiles a minutes to comprehend her words, which Melissa expected. Inability to comprehend things quickly when you usually could was another sign of a brain tumor. Melissa also expected that Stiles would go into panic mode when he found out. "Wait-What?"

[AN: FYI, I was going to make the last chapter end at this point, but I didn't want to be cruel.]

Scott looked down at his stupid chemistry test, sighing. I've spent the last three days studying demon possession and brain tumors, and they expect me to ace a chemistry test?

As much as Scott tried to pay attention to his test the next few minutes, he couldn't. His mom had called him that morning and told him that Stiles was awake and not taking the news of his health well. Of course, Scott hadn't taken it well either. When The Sherriff and Melissa gathered Scott and his friends in a hospital room and told them that Stiles, skinny always-there Watson Stiles, had a brain tumor, Scott was the one who cried the hardest. Ever since, his friends had been stepping on eggshells around him. Isaac and Allison had tried to talk to him about anything except Stiles, which he hated, and Lydia hadn't spoken to him at all. Aiden had only been speaking to him about Derek and the fact that he was somewhere in Arizona, which Scott didn't even care about anymore. Somehow, all of his friends completely avoiding the subject only made him think about Stiles more.

When the bell rang, Scott looked down at in unfinished test and shook his head, letting the teacher take it anyways. He gabbed his bag and headed out to the courtyard, sitting at their usual table for lunch. A few minutes later, everyone was with him, even Danny, who had recently found out about Stiles's brain tumor. The table remained quiet, the girls eating their salad while Isaac ate the school's horrible chili fries.

"Okay, is anyone going to ever get the balls to speak up?" Aiden burst out rudely.

Allison glared at him, banging her fork down on the table. "Aiden, we agreed to-"

"To what, Allison? Not speak Voldemort's name around Scott? He's our a-friend. He can handle it." He slipped up, nearly forgetting that Danny was there, but it didn't matter. Aiden's voice had a dangerous undertone, and Scott could tell that if they kept this up, he would shift.

When Danny excused himself and left, Ethan stepped into the conversation, glaring at his brother. "Aiden."

"What, Ethan?" Aiden clenched his jaw. "Has it ever occurred to you that Scott might want to talk about his best friend, who is possessed and has a goddamn brain tumor!?"

"Well, you didn't have to-"

"God, just save it, Allison."

"Don't you dare talk to me that way, you fur ball-"

"Or what? What are you gonna do, hunter?"

"Look, regardless of what's happening with Stiles, we all know your holding onto your place in this pack by a thread, so-"

"Stop it, all of you!" Scott shifted his eyes for a second, silencing all of his friends at the table. "Look, I've talked to Alison's dad about the demon and he said he could get it out if we somehow trap him, but leave Stiles's brain tumor out of your stupid arguments." Scott turned his attention to Aiden, growling under his breath. "Especially you." He got up, ignoring the apologetic looks from everyone. "I'm visiting Stiles after school, if any of you want to come."

Lydia got up and followed him after he walked off, putting a hand of his arm when they got to his locker. "They're frustrated too, you know."

Scott sighed and rolled his eyes. "They shouldn't argue every five minutes about whether or not we can talk about Stiles." His demeanor changed clearly, signaling to Lydia that the conversation was over. He looked over at her, concerned alpha taking over. "You okay, Lydia?"

Lydia looked at him with her big, green eyes for a second. "I just- I can't help but think that this was my fault. I'm supposed to know when people are dying, right? Well, Stiles is dying. I should've-"

"You couldn't have done anything, Lydia." When they started walking towards English class, he took her hand in a friendly gesture. "Yes, you were with him, but you couldn't have done anything." When he saw that her expression never changed, he pursed his lips. "Listen, Lydia, none of us could've done anything."

Lydia licked her lips nervously, staying silent for a moment. She seemed to be arguing about something in her head, but she finally spoke up. "Scott, right before he started screaming, I felt something."

He looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?"

Lydia shook her head, tapping her hands on her thighs. "It was the same feeling I get right before I have to scream. It was...cold, and the lights flickered in Stiles's room for a second. I was about to scream, I swear, but the split second I opened my moth, it all stopped."

"And then what?" Scott's senses spiked at his nervousness, and he could suddenly hear both of their heartbeats.

"Stiles screamed instead." Lydia sighed, stopping with Scott when they got to the door. "Look, Scott, I don't know what's happening, but if I'm getting those weird feelings around Stiles, then something has to be wrong. Really wrong."

"Stiles?" Scott went inside his friends hospital room, making sure to be quiet. His mom had told him that Stiles had fallen asleep a little earlier, after finding out about his brain tumor.

"Yeah, buddy?" The life in Stiles's vice definitely surprised Scott, since he didn't even expect him to be awake. Stiles was sitting up in his bed with a bunch of pamphlets surrounding him, over half about brain tumors. Of curse he's doing research, Scott thought to himself, rolling his eyes.

"I, uh, just wanted to stop by." Scott went and sat on a chair next to the bed, holing up a binder filled with papers. "I brought you your homework."

Stiles snorted, gathering up his pamphlets and putting them on the table beside his bed. "If you think I'm doing homework, Scotty, then you're definitely the one with a brain tumor." His words were a tiny bit choppy, as if it took more effort to say them than think them. He's been doing that for awhile now, Scott realized.

At the mention of a brain tumor, the relaxed atmosphere that usually surrounded the pair was gone. Scott sighed, putting the binder full of work on the ground. "How long do you have to stay in the hospital?"

Stiles pursed his lips, shrugging. "Uh, a little longer for some tests. So far, your mom thinks the doctor is going to give me a craniotomy." When Scott gave him a blank look, Stiles cracked a little smile. "He's going to have a neurosurgeon make an opening in my skull and get as much of the tumor out as they can, then leave the rest to either radiation therapy or chemotherapy." When Scott gave him a black look, again, Stiles laughed, which made his friend smile as well. "Look, man, don't worry about it. I'll be fine, I hope."

Scott nodded, a content grin still on his face. He became sober after a second, caught up in thinking about the worst. "Did your mom have a brain tumor?"

Stiles shook his head. "Uh, no. She had something else." He kept it short, which Scott understood. The only time either of them talked about their lack of parents was when Scott had to rant about his dad. It was happening more frequently it the past two months, since Agent McCall was trying really hard to butt into Scott's life again. He even had the nerve to threaten to fight for custody, a statement that made both Scott and his mom laugh. Scott's eighteenth birthday was in two months, and by that time, the fight for custody wouldn't even be in court.

After about an hour of bantering and just talking, Scott's mom came in and told both of them that Stiles had another test. "You guys can talk for another minutes, but hurry it up, okay boys?" She gave them both a warm smile, closing the door behind her.

Stiles looked over at his best friend, noticing the worry lines that were becoming more apparent. "Hey dude, I'll be fine. I promise."

Scott cleared his throat and nodded. "I know, I just-" He sighed, walking closer to Stiles. "If something goes wrong, man-"

"It won't." The sureness in Stiles's voice made Scott even more upset, because he still hadn't spoken up about the possibility of a demon possessing him. Scott ignored the feeling, though, when Stiles pulled him in for a hug and patted his back. Under all the sureness of the hug, Scott could still feel Stiles shaking. He knew, by the fast beating of their hearts, that both him and his friend were scared.

Short chapter again, I know! I'm sorry :) I am planning to get another chapter up before tomorrow's episode, though.

Anyways, I got a question for you guys. What do you think the McCall pack is gonna do next? Any theories? I'll give you a hint: sourwolf will definitely be involved, and so will a new character.

Reviews and follows appreciated! Bye!

-Jen