Chapter 16

                                    

                                          
Malia's POV
                          
I don't know much except for the fact that we got a text saying Stiles was in the hospital. If it weren't for Lydia, I probably would have just been stuck standing in the middle of my doorway. We made it to the hospital in record time, and it's honestly a miracle that we weren't stopped by cops. 
                          
I'm also not sure what happened when we got to the hospital. Lydia seemed to be keeping it together more than me, so she talked to a nurse or doctor or something. I vaguely remember being taken to a separate room to get blood drawn before eventually entering Stiles's room. 
                          
Everyone was there: Scott, Derek, Noah, Kira, Lydia, me, and, gods, Stiles. He looked so fragile and small. People always say how small people look in hospital beds, but I didn't actually believe it until now. Before I knew it, my back was up against a wall and I was sliding down to the floor, sobbing. 
                          
For gods sake it was Stiles, of all people, Stiles. He wasn't supposed to be the broken one. The rest of us were broken and he always knew it. He always noticed, always helped, no matter what. But as I sat there on the floor of his hospital room, I realized I had no idea how to help him. 
                          
Stiles, my first love, even if I hadn't admitted it. He helped me through everything: turning back to human, adjusted to everything I missed, freaking math, and he was my first everything after I transformed back. My first friend, my first kiss, my first time, and what had I done to return the favor? Squat. 
                          
All I knew in that moment, as I looked at Stiles, I swore to never let him feel so alone again. 
                          
						... 
                          
A little while later, Mrs. McCall walked in with a small smile on her face. 
                          
"Mom," Scott started, "did the results come back?" I wasn't really sure about what he was talking about but I assumed it had to do with the blood being drawn from earlier. 
                          
"Yeah, they did," she replied.
                          
"So, is anyone a match?"
                          
Her face lit up as much as it could in this solemn situation. "Yes."
                          
"Really? Who?"
                          
She turned to me. "Malia is." 
                          
Scott, Derek, Lydia, Kira, and Noah all let out a breath but I was still confused. "Wait, what am I a match for?"
                          
"Did you not listen before?" Lydia asked me. I frowned. Lydia took that as a no, so she said, "Stiles needed a liver transplant to replace the amount of damage he did."
                          
"So, I'm giving him my liver?" I'm not really up to date with modern medicine, so I was still confused.
                          
"Not all of it," Melissa responded this time. "We're not really sure the extent of your werewolf healing, so we're going to leave a bit left so it can regenerate itself. Otherwise he would have been put on the transplant list but probably wouldn't have gotten a new liver in time."
                          
I was still a little confused on how this was all going to work, but didn't ask anymore questions. I was just glad that Stiles would live.
                          
a few months later - stiles's pov
                          
After I woke up in the hospital, I was sort of relieved that I wasn't dead. I was surrounded by the people I love, who I finally accepted loved me. I learned Malia had given up most of her liver for me, even if it would grow back. 
                          
I had to stay in the ICU for a while, recovering from the surgery and everything else I did. They had me on suicide watch for the first week, which I find a little excessive, but I got it. Everyone came as often as they could. I was also talking to a therapist everyday, and when I was finally stable enough to not have to stay in the ICU anymore, they decided it was best if I went to a psychiatric facility. 
                          
I was trying to get better, I really was, even if it was hard beyond compare. I was diagnosed with depression and CPTSD which took over as the main focus for most of the time. They quickly noticed how I wasn't comfortable around food so I also had to be treated for that. I dissociated once, and they had a quick eye for that, so add it to the list. I would still have panic attacks whenever I saw the Nogitsune, but those became less and less frequent. Ms. Merell, Dr. Deaton's sister and the old school counsellor who also worked at Eichen for a little, came to be my therapist per request by Derek. It did end up being beneficial, as I could openly talk about the supernatural world and the role it played without having to make up some other story. 
                          
Everyone also visited every day we had visitors, and it was nice. Malia's liver had grown back, which still amazes me to this day. Much to my surprise, Jackson and Ethan came back, together. That's something I would not have foretold. Isaac came back as soon as he found out what happened. Scott now had a beta, and he was actually pretty cool. Also, Theo from fourth grade turned out to be a werewolf but also evil, which I feel I could have predicted if it weren't for my...condition. But he eventually switched sides, sort of like Peter. Even all of them visited, even though they had no idea any of this was happening. 
                          
To be honest, it was a rough few months, but I eventually got through it and was cleared to go home. My dad started working less. Everyone in the pack started keeping a closer eye on me, which they think I didn't notice, but did. Like, come one, it's me. I did have to take a lot of different medications but my dad always laid them out for me and never told me where he kept them, even though I did know. I know he was just scared of my attempting again, so I went along and pretended to not know. I was also following a strict diet plan, which everyone, not just my dad, made sure I followed. Even Peter would get mad if I left a little bit of food on my plate. I ate breakfast with Dad every morning, lunch with the pack at school, and ate dinner with either the pack or Dad, depending on the day. Oh, also, Malia and I weren't exactly together while I was in the hospital, but got back together the minute I got out. 
                          
You can say this whole thing brought us all closer, which was definitely not the outcome I thought was going to happen, but anything can happen when your best friend is a werewolf. 
                          
There were definitely a few relapses along the way, and I knew more were bound to come, but at least for now, I was happy.
                          


                          
A/N-Welp, that was the last official chapter. I will most likely write a few epilogues about some of the relapses Stiles had, but other than that, this story is done! If you have any unanswered questions, I would love to answer them! This chapter is the longest one yet, with 1159 words. I just though it should end with a longer chapter.

                          
I was planning on making this longer, but I wasn't sure where to take this exactly so, this is what we have. So, thank you for reading!
                          
also, side note, I know like all the people coming back and like Theo and stuff didn't happen like that but I thought it would be fun to include :) And if anyone was interested, this story is 47 pages so woohoo.
                          
Once again, thank you!