Second Chapter! Thanks for the reviews. This chapter is based off the episode, "Wolfs Bane." Hope you enjoy!
A loud bang from downstairs brought Madeleine and Derek out of their uncomfortable stare down. Her dad was working another late night at the station so it couldn't have been him. It had to be Stiles.
"Well as nice as this was, I'll be going to my room now. No need to give my brother a heart attack, he worries about me enough as it is." And with that she slipped out of her brother's room and then quietly into her own closing the door behind her. Shutting off the light behind she jumped into bed, trying to relax her shaking body. She had been inches away from a werewolf. Sure she had been in the same room as Scott plenty of times, but this, Derek Hale, was a real werewolf.
Meanwhile Derek, left in the messy bedroom of Stiles, was busy rubbing his eyes, trying to make out what, and who had just been in front of him moments ago.
Later that week..
Sister. Doctor. Appointment. Six. Jeep. Drive. Any of that ring a bell?
It was quarter to six now, if she left the house on her bike she might make it on time. After sending the text message to her brother and fastening a scarf around her neck Madeleine set of towards the hospital.
It wasn't the first time her brother had forgotten to pick her up. In fact, she had noticed that he had been pretty scatterbrained lately. Understandable though. He had just learnt his best friend was a werewolf. It hadn't taken her all that long to figure it out. Her brother and Scott tried to be all hush hush about it, but she overheard bits and pieces. Enough, that with some help from her brother's computer she was able to put it all together.
She was going to tell her brother soon enough that she knew Scott's secret. But she couldn't help but hold off. It wasn't like she was going to get all involved, but she knew her brother would be constantly worried about her. She shuddered at the thought. She knew that he was always worried about her, and even though it was comforting and nice, she felt a bit smothered. She had resigned to the fact that she had Cancer and that she was probably going to succumb to it. After all, her mother had. Why couldn't Stiles just accept it, it would be easier that way.
Her father took a different approach. He wasn't constantly worrying around her; instead he fluffed it off as just some illness, like a bad case of the flu. He wasn't ready to come to terms with the fact that his only daughter had developed the same cancer that his wife had died from years before. He couldn't bare it. So he pretended like it didn't exist.
To be brutally honest Madeleine preferred his way of coping over her brothers. Out of sight, out of mind. That is why her brother was in charge of taking her to all her doctor's appointments. However, on this particular night she would have to get there herself.
Peddling had left her slightly exhausted and she was reprimanded by her doctor. Strenuous exercise was a no-no when you had Cancer. Checking her watch she read the time as seven thirty. The Long Term care unit visiting hours would be still open for another half hour. It wouldn't hurt for her to go chat with some of the patients. God knows she could use someone to talk to, the house had been unbearably quiet lately as both her brother and father were involved with issues at hand. Walking in through the swinging doors attached to the hospital Madeleine sensed something was off right away. It was too quite with no one, not a nurse or patient, in sight. Slowly she crept up the hallway when her heart jumped at the sound of someone talking.
"He's not here, he's gone Derek" Stiles?
Madeleine rounded the corner just in time to see her younger brother's face cloud with terror. She followed his gaze to a doorway, to a middle aged man who looked slightly familiar, but unrecognizable.
"You must be Stiles?" The man sneered at my brother. He was not a good guy, that much was clear to her. Moving her body around the corner Madeleine silently prayed that he hadn't seen her yet, although she was sure her beating heart would give her away. She was right. "And you. Who might you be?"
Slowly she peaked her head out from around the corner. She wanted to run to Stiles but the man was now blocking her pathway.
"Maddy-wha" Stiles was speechless. He was definitely not counting on seeing me there, and frankly it didn't look like he was too pumped to see the other guy either. Stiles started to stumble backwards as the man moved toward him. "R-run Maddy, run."
"Not so fast." Someone now held my arms behind my back enabling me from pretty much doing anything, except screaming. So that is what I did.
"Shut her up." That came from the man towering over my brother. He hadn't even turned around to say it. No doubt I shut up but whoever had me from behind began to drag me towards a room.
"Stiles!" I screamed his name so loudly I thought my vocal cords would rupture. There had to be somebody in this hospital that could help us.
Just as I was dragged through the doorway a hand grabbed my shoulders, prying me out of the death grip the stranger had on me. Thankful I crashed towards the opposite wall. Looking up I took in the tall, muscular presence of none other than Derek Hale. Beside him, in a pool of blood, laid a red headed nurse. My stomach was immediately sick. Blood and I had love hate relationship.
"That wasn't nice, she was my nurse." I had almost forgotten my brother and the man standing at the end of the hallway. Derek strode towards the duo pushing past my brother. Stiles bolted towards me, yanking me behind the nurse's desk.
"Hold on, it's about to get bumpy," he whispered before putting his arms around my head and pushing it down. Moments later the loud thump of a body being thrown across the room shattered the silence plaguing the long term care unit.