Author's Notes: Decided on Rebekah and Isaac... for now. I have a few twists set up for later though.
I'd been in the hospital for a day and a half. Like I'd decided, I had refused to move when the doctors told me so. Thing was, Isaac had refused to leave as well. I knew it was because of me, not because of Stiles.
Every few hours he would bring me some sort of sustenance from the cafeteria. Coffee and cakes made up the most of his service and often, I wouldn't eat the cakes. I felt ill constantly so cake wasn't really very good with that.
Plus eating just reminded me that right now Stiles was being fed through a tube when he should have been enjoying a nice cupcake with us and laughing and... it was too hard to bear.
I'd taken to sitting in Stiles' room, on the floor near the door. His dad was always there too, sitting in the armchair right at his son's side. He never ate or drank either. I was as worried for him as I was his son. If he didn't eat or drink then it could cause serious damage, considering he was also recovering himself.
Finally, Isaac managed to get him to get something.
"You don't want him to wake up and see you like this, do you?" Isaac asked Mr. Stillinski. "It could affect his healing."
The Sheriff looked up at him and gave a small nod. "Yeah, yeah. I guess you're right." He stood up. "Come and get me if he wakes up."
"I will," Isaac replied as the older man left through the small door. Then he took a seat beside me, leaning back against the wall. "You need to eat, too, Beka." He'd taken to calling me that over the past day but I honestly didn't mind it.
"Why are you still here?" I suddenly asked him, ignoring his statement.
Isaac shrugged. "Stiles-"
I interrupted him. "No, you're not. You weren't very close with Stiles. You're not here for him."
The male looked embarrassed. "Well... What if that guy comes back?"
I looked away from him, down at the white, tiled ground. "I'll go with him."
"No!" Isaac snapped, suddenly sounding angry. "Don't you dare!" Then he lowered his voice so I was sure I didn't hear his next sentence right. "You can't leave again."
"Why should you even care?" I asked. "I've only been hear a few weeks, it's not as if people can-"
Then, I was interrupted as Isaac turned my face up to his and kissed me hard on the lips. My eyes widened slightly in shock then slowly closed as I began to kiss him back.
"Guys?" Came a voice from the hospital bed and I immediately pulled away from Isaac. I looked over to see that Stiles was now awake.
"Dude, I'm on my sick bed and you two are making out?" Stiles demanded, his eyes wide.
I suddenly flushed bright red then Isaac gave a small laugh. "I'd better go fetch your dad." he told Stiles as he got up and rushed out of the room.
I sat in complete embarrassment. "And here I was, thinking I could make my move on you later. Looks like Wahey made his move first." My eyes flashed back over to him and I opened my mouth to apologize but he held up a hand weakly to stop me. "You saved my life. I'm just glad you're okay."
"How did you know that I saved you?" I asked. "You were... well..."
"Dying? I dunno, I just know." Stiles replied. "Is my dad alright?"
I nodded. "He's fine. Just a concussion and some scratches."
"What about the big dude?" Stiles added.
"He got away but I'm sure he'll be back."
Stiles nodded, as if he'd already guessed that. "Thank you." he murmured.
"For what?" I asked.
"Don't be stupid, Rebekah. For saving me."
"I was the one who nearly got you killed in the first place," I pointed out but he shook his head.
"Stop being stupid..." he told me before passing out again.