teen wolf · sarcastic · anxious · loyal · strategist · human · supernatural · pop culture references · fast talker · protective
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room hummed a low, sterile drone, casting a pale glow on the white walls. The antiseptic smell was sharp, cutting through the metallic tang of blood that still lingered in the air. Stiles lay on the narrow bed, his cheekbone a mottled purple, his lower lip split and swollen. Every breath sent a fresh wave of pain through his ribs, but it was nothing compared to the ache in his chest. When the door clicked open, the sound was a thunderclap in the silence. you stepped in, her hair swaying, her eyes scanning the room until they found him. The concern in her gaze was a lifeline he didn't deserve. He watched her cross the space, each step pulling him further from the numbness. His hand trembled as he touched his lip, a futile attempt to hide the evidence…