Prince Of Hell

Motivation

"Is it good?" Stiles asked as Hope took a bite out of a donut.

"Do you have to ask that every time I eat something?" Hope replied, putting the eclair down.

"Yes," Stiles said immediately,"I miss food."

Hope shook her head frustratedly, standing up to leave and Stiles followed. They were going to go visit his body today to see if there was any progress in his healing.

They drove the twenty minute drive there and soon they were standing above his body.

"I don't like looking at you like this," Hope told him, the ventilator hissing as Stiles breathed.

"Imagine how I feel," Stiles said, wincing at the sight of all the tubes and wires.

"Do you know how you were hurt yet?" Hope asked him.

Stiles shook his head,"What makes us the most vulnerable could be right under our noses," He told her.

"Was that a quote?" Hope asked, looking at Stiles' ghost form.

Stiles smiled, shaking his head,"Nope, but I'm pretty proud of myself for sounding so wise."

Hope even had a small smile on her face.

Hope turned around to make sure no one was looking through the window before leaning closer and peeling off the bandage, wincing at the sight of the stitched up bullet wound.

"Shouldn't you have quick healing?" Hope asked, covering the wound back up.

"I don't think that's on the list," Stiles replied,"According to Jack I can self actualize, I just need the proper motivation."

"Can you self actualize yourself waking up?" Hope asked, looking back down at his pale sickly body.

"I don't think it works like that," Stiles said,"Other than missing food I have no real motivation to wake up."

"Really?" She asked doubtfully,"Not even to physically be with me?"

"I am physically with you," Stiles reminded her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She was the only one that he could physically affect, and he was fine with that.

"Well then how about you touch me more when you wake up?" Hope suggested before walking out of the room, leaving Stiles alone.

The monitor beeped and he flinched looking down at his body before shaking his head and heading out of the room going to follow Hope but she already zoomed away in a car.

"Nice, real mature," He mumbled as he started his walk back to the school.

Change Of View

Hope bit down on her lip as she drove home, feeling kind of bad that she had just left him standing there. She really wanted him to wake up, not just for her, although that was a big factor. She wanted him to be himself, to be seen by everyone so they could see him the same way she does.

She pulled up to the school a few minutes later, heading into the school, walking straight past Landon like he was the ghost instead of Stiles.

Hope headed for her room, she had spent a lot of time there, especially recently. Her and Stiles stayed up late and had hushed conversations, so no one could think she was crazy. She hadn't been to one of her classes in almost a week. Alaric thought it was just her grief of possibly losing another person she cared about.

She smiled at the canvas on her easel, Stiles wanted to watch her paint but then she started messing with her by pushing her hand around, making the picture a bunch of smears.