I'm fine. |stiles stilinski•

Part 17

My Dad gently shakes me awake early in the morning.

"Stiles, your scan is in an hour, we gotta go." Says my dad, gently pulling me up and handing me a gray beanie, which I pull on over my head.

"Yeah, I know." I say, tapping my fingers against my thigh, which my dad notices.

"It's gonna be okay." He sighs, resting a hand on my skinny shoulder.

I beg to differ.

* * *

"Okay, Stiles. So, you're gonna have to stay incredibly still." Says a doctor holding a clipboard.

"What're you writing?" I ask, looking at the pen in her hand.

"Just some stuff." She tells me, then shows me the clipboard that has my name and medical information written on it.

"Oh." I reply back.

"You're going to hear a loud clanging noise okay?" She says, resting a hand on my shoulder. I nod, not looking at her.

I lie down and slowly go into the MRI machine, a large cage like thing over my face, and a flush of anxiety washes over me. I shut my eyes and think.

I think of what's gonna happen if I die? What about my dad? I'm all he has.

What about Scott? I'm his brother, his best friend- I can't leave him...I can't leave any of them; Lydia, Isaac, Malia...

Derek.

What would Derek do? He hasn't got anyone; at least my Dad's got Melissa- Derek doesn't really have anyone.

I just need to keep fighting.

I focus on my breathing, making sure it's slow and try not to move too much. Luckily I'm wearing my own comfy sweatpants and tshirt so borrowing a hospital gown wasn't necessary.

I look down to my feet, and see my dad and two doctors behind the glass. It comforts me, somehow, knowing I'm not alone.

After the scan, I am brought back into the hall, and see Scott sat nervously on a chair outside.

"Hey, man..." I say, walking towards him.

"Hi, sorry I was late, I didn't see you before you went in..." He rushes. I put a hand on his arm to assure him.

"Dude, it's cool." I say.

His face relaxes, but his eyebrows are still knitted together frustratedly.

"What?" I ask, looking at him with concern.

"Stiles, whatever they find... It's... I'm, I'm here. Okay? Always." Scott says, looking away, trying his best to mask his emotions. I look up at him with sad eyes, and I know, just like me, he's preparing for the worst. The worst being the cancer has spread too much, beyond curable, and I'm gonna die.

"I know." I say quietly, then he pulls me into a hug and we just stand there in each other's embrace. I feel my shoulder get damp and realise it's the tears of Scott, who's now bawling in my arms.

"Dude," I chuckle dryly. "It's okay." I say. I feel him shake his head.

"No. None of this is okay, Stiles." He gasps through tears.

"None of it." He repeats.

***

"So when will your scan results come through?" Scott asks, wheeling me into the house after a chemo session.

"About two weeks." I say. I hear Scott sigh from behind me.

"Dude I'm not even a werewolf and I get sense your anxiety, just stop worrying!" I say, looking at Scott as he sits down next to me on the couch.

Suddenly Scott's face lights up.

"What?" I ask suspiciously.

"Stiles... I know something that could save you. What if..." He begins, looking at me.

"No. Absoloutely not. No way. Never. Nuh-uh. No." I say sternly.

"Why not? Stiles, it could save you!" Scott pleads.

"And what if it just kills me?" I ask.

"What if it doesn't? Stiles, the bite, you'd be fast, strong-"

"Strong? Am I not already strong to you? In case you haven't realised, Scott, you have to be pretty strong when you're me anyway!" I yell, tears in my eyes.

"Stiles..." Scott voice just a whisper.

"I can't lose you." Scott says. I bite my lip and tap my thumbs together, deep in thought.

"It's not fair though. I could never take the bite." I say. Scott's eyebrows furrow and he leans forward to look at me.

"All these people, thousands of people, have cancer- everyone in my ward, tiny kids, adults, anyone. It wouldn't be fair for me to take the easy way out." I say.

Scott place a hand on my arm.

"Why wouldn't you wanna live, Stiles? 'The easy way' could save you! Don't you want that?" He asks, his voice getting louder.

"I want to be human!" I shout. "I don't wanna be a werewolf, Scott! I never have wanted to be one! Not everyone is desperate for strength, speed, power. Some of us just want to be freaking normal!" I yell, hurting my chest. I clutch my stomach.

"Are you okay?" Scott asks, looking at my stomach.

"Fine." I say through gritted teeth. Scott places a hand on my belly and deadly black veins lace around his arm. This immediately reliefs my pain. I look at him thankfully.

"Stiles," Scott begins quietly, "I never had a choice. If I had, I would've said I didn't want the bite either. But, I'm telling you, this bite could be the best thing ever happen to you." He says softly.

"That may be. But I wanna be human, Scott. Even if it kills me."