𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 ▷ Stiles Stilinski²

80|back to work

So close. I hope you guys are still enjoying even though Stiles isn't really here at the moment

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Hours later the sun had set and I was still at the hospital with Isaac and Iris. Charlotte had gotten out of surgery about an hour after Scott had left, but was yet to wake up. Her doctors had told us she would be okay, but until I was talking to her myself, I wouldn't believe it.

Isaac had gone down to the cafeteria to get some coffees for everyone so for the moment, it was just Iris and I with Charlotte. I sat in one of the seats beside her bed watching her sleep. She shifted slightly every now and then, which told me she was at least alive. Iris was sitting in a chair on the other side of the bed holding my sister's hand and talking softly to her. 

I couldn't help but thinking back to when the roles had been reversed after Isaac had found me buried in the woods. Was this how Charlotte had felt watching me lay unconscious? 

My phone began buzzing on the table beside the bed, a call coming through. I picked up my phone and read the screen before looking over at Iris.
"It's Stiles."

"Go. Answer it," she smiled gently. "I'm not going anywhere."

I thanked her as I stood up from the chair and left the room, answering the phone. I let the door close behind me, but stood right outside the room, not wanting to go too far.

"Hey, Stiles. How was school?" I asked, trying to sound like everything was okay.

"Good, yeah it was really good," he replied. I could almost hear the smile in his voice.
"This is all so crazy, Ri. I still can't believe I'm actually training at the FBI."

For the first time in almost 24 hours, a genuine smile reached my lips. "I'm so proud of you, Agent."

"Thanks, Ri," Stiles said. "Still no news on Derek, though. They're hunting him down still and I think they might actually be getting closer."

"I hope not, because I really doubt he'll be able to talk himself out of a federal prison," I sighed.

Stiles scoffed on the other end of the line, "Definitely not. I mean, the werewolf attitude alone."

I attempted to laugh, but it came out rather flat. It was hard to joke around with everything that was going on.

"Ri, are you okay?" Stiles asked softly, a note of worry in his voice.

I cleared my throat, nodding to myself. "Yeah, sorry. It's just, uh, it's been a long day."

"You seem to be having a lot of those lately," he observed.

"What can I say? It's Beacon Hills," I replied, hoping that he would accept that as enough of an answer.

There was a moment of silence and I was worried that he was going to give me the third degree over the phone. Instead, his voice seemed to quieten as he spoke, "You know that you can talk to me, right?"