So I had a snow day, which was great. But then I had to spend like two hours shoveling snow and I fell in the snow because there was so much, and now I'm kind of over it. Hopefully everyone who's stuck in this insane snowstorm stays safe. Anyways, here's chapter three, hope you like it.

As soon as Sheriff Stilinski entered the room Stiles had been put in, he let out a breath he hadn't even known he'd be holding in. Even when his son was sick, it was strange to see him so quiet, so still, so unresponsive.

"Stiles." His voice was shaky, but that was to be expected. Coughing to clear this throat slightly, he sat down in the seat that had been provided in the room and settled himself in the chair right next to the bed. His hand almost shook as he brought his hand up to hold his son's.

"You've got a lot of people waiting for you to wake up. So you've got to wake up, you hear?" His voice was quiet, but firm. Bringing the hand that was holding his son's, he brought it up to his mouth and planted a short, but sweet kiss on the back of Stiles' hand. He continued attempting to tell himself that things would be okay. Stiles would wake up because he was Stiles, and he was always okay. But what father wouldn't believe that for their son?

All he had was his son, though. Sure, he had Scott and Melissa, and as much as he considered them family, Stiles was his own flesh and blood, and that was a bond that couldn't be broken or replaced.

His free hand made his way up to Stiles' forehead, brushing against his hair gently. He could remember how he used to have a buzz cut, but only this year, began to allow his hair to grow out. It was obvious he was growing up, going through different styles, trying new things.

"We're all waiting for you, kid. So don't keep us waiting, okay?" He closed his eyes, remembering the last time he was in a hospital room like this. It was for Claudia. It seemed like history was repeating itself and he was sitting next to someone he loved, unable to do anything but watch and wait.

Scott, Derek, and Lydia were seated in the waiting room, waiting for Sheriff Stilinski to return. Aiden had left only a few minutes prior. It was obvious he didn't have a connection with Stiles like the others in that room did, even Derek. So after telling them to call him if he was needed, he left.

"Do you really think he'll be okay?" Lydia asked, her soft voice both calming and frightening. She didn't mean to sound like she had no faith, but she also knew how serious comas were sometimes, especially after an injury like the one Stiles had encountered.

Before Scott or Derek could answer, they all turned their heads towards the doors when they heard footsteps approaching, just in time to see Isaac and Allison running in.

"Where is he?"

"Is he alright?"

"Where have you guys been?" Scott asked, as he stood up from his seat. Although his words had came out more harsh than he had honestly intended, he didn't apologize. He had texted them both over half an hour ago that Stiles, his very best friend and their friend as well, was found and being brought to the hospital. That he was injured, completely bleeding out, the only thing holding the blood in was his jacket wrapped around his leg. And he didn't even get one text message back.

"I went to check on Allison like you asked me to. We got sidetracked, I'm sorry." Isaac said, stepping back a bit. He always hated it when he did something that angered Scott.

Three glares were shot at the duo, before Allison stepped in.

"Not like that." She quickly added, as Isaac nodded, realizing his poor choice of words.

"Not like that." Isaac repeated, before turning back towards Scott and tried again, because despite the fact that he and Stiles had never really bonded, he did find himself caring for him. Whether it was because he did consider him a friend or because he knew how important Stiles was to Scott, he still wasn't entirely sure himself. "How is he?"

"He's in a coma." Scott replied after taking a deep breath. As he spoke, he couldn't help but cringe slightly, almost as if saying it now actually made it seem more real.

"What?" Allison was shocked, to say the least. In all the time she had known Stiles, he was always the strong one. She had never told him what she thought, but obviously she thought very high of him. She couldn't imagine him being in a coma, laying there, and not talking back or making plans.

"Yeah, um, he had surgery for his leg and it's all stitched up, but he fell into a coma during it. That's all we know."

"Can we see him?" Allison asked, her big brown eyes filled with concern.

"His dad's in with him right now, and we're only allowed to go in one at a time." Lydia jumped in. As much as she wanted to see Stiles too, she knew the Sheriff would be taking his sweet time with his son, which was to be expected.

Allison nodded, understanding that a father's need to be with his son would be strong, especially at a time like this. She didn't even have to say she'd wait, so she simply took a seat in one of the available chairs, urging Isaac to take a seat too.

"Scott." A soft voice echoed throughout the room after not even five minutes of them all sitting in silence, and Scott knew exactly who it was before even turning around.

"Kira, what are you doing here?" Scott asked, inching towards her and away from the group.

"Well, you told me Stiles was in the hospital. I thought I'd come and see how he was doing. And how you were doing."

Scott couldn't help but smile at that. The gesture was enough to explain precisely why he liked this girl.

"He's not doing so well." He admitted, the smile quickly transforming into a concerned frown. "But he'll come through. He's Stiles, he'll be fine."

"I'm sure he will be. I mean, he's got a ton of people waiting for him. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy who'd let anyone down." Kira replied, with a supportive smile that was so angelic that it was enough to make Scott weak at the knees.

"You're right, he will be. Do you want to wait with us?"

"Sure." Kira nodded, after a moment of hesitation. Her parents didn't know she had stuck out so late, but as soon as she had received that text message from Scott, all she wanted to do was make sure everything was okay. And now that she was here, she didn't want to leave. She figured her parents would understand.

As Scott rested his arm around Kira's petite frame, leading them both back to the group, taking a seat next to each other. The two were too caught up in each other and worrying about Stiles that either of them noticed Mrs. Yukimura already there, watching them from a distance, hidden behind a wall. It was clear that she had been listening in on their conversation, and once she was certain that it was over, she turned on her heels and made her way out of the hospital.