The Truth

                                    

                                          
I walk through the doors of the hospital. I look around trying to find a familiar face. Stiles called me and told me that he had found his dad. He said he was taking him to the hospital because he had lost a lot of blood from the wounds of the chimera who attacked him.
                          
I didn't tell him about Scott yet. I feel like that's a conversation that needs to happen in person. I don't really know how to explain it either.
                          
I walk into the waiting room and see Stiles asleep in one of the chairs. I feel someone place their hand on my back. I turn to see my mom. She gives me a small smile.
                          
"Is he okay?" I ask. 
                          
She nods her head, "He's going to be fine."
                          
We both walk up to Stiles. He looks so cute when he's asleep. My mom nudges my arm making me look at her. She motions to Stiles.
                          
"I'm guessing you're expecting me to wake him up." I ask. I roll my eyes as she shakes her head. I bend down and place on hand on his shoulder and the other on the side of his face. I shake him slightly, "Stiles."
                          
He shifts a little but he doesn't wake up. I shake him again, "Stiles, baby, you need to get up."
                          
He jumps in his seat. He looks around before his eyes landing on us. I rub his cheek with my thumb. "He's okay."
                          
My mom bends down beside me, "Dr. Geyer is stitching him up right now." 
                          
Stiles starts to get up, "Okay, I wanna see him."
                          
Mom stops him by placing her hand on his shoulder. "The anesthesia needs to wear off. It's gonna be at least two hours."
                          
"Okay, yeah, but everything's gonna be okay though. I mean, he's okay?" Stiles asks.
                          
Mom smiles at him, "He's gonna be just fine."
                          
He leans back in his seat. I smile as he mumbles a 'Thank God.' I take his hands and I pull him into a hug. He quickly wraps his arms around me. He places his head in the crook of my neck. I kiss his cheek. 
                          
"He gonna be okay."


                          
***


                          
"What do you mean you don't know?" Stiles looked at the doctor. "Two hours ago, he was fine. Now it looks like somebody took a baseball bat to his neck."
                          
The doctor looked between my mom and us before replying. "There could've been some minor internal-"
                          
"Did you say minor internal?" Stiles interrupted. "Since when is anything inter minor?"
                          
I look up and see Scott outside of the door. He was looking into Stiles' dad's room. I sneak off and walk out of the room.
                          
"Scott, what are you doing here?" I say. He turned to look at me. "Stiles is going to freak out when he finds you here."
                          
"I know." He tells me. I look down to see blood soaking through his shirt.
                          
"You haven't healed yet." I say. "Why?"
                          
Before Scott could answer, Stiles slammed the door open. He grabbed Scott by the shirt before slamming him into the wall. He then tackled Scott to the ground. 
                          
"Where were you? You trusted him. You believed him. Right, huh? So, where were you?" Stiles yelled. 
                          
"Stiles, stop." I run up to them. I start to pull Stiles off when the doctor and security guard came and helped. 
                          
"Where the hell were you?" Stiles screamed as they pulled him off of Scott. They pulled Stiles and Scott off of the ground.
                          
"Okay. All right. All right." Stiles told the people holding him. They let the two go.