𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍.
❛ ALWAYS BE IN
YOUR CONTROL ❜
A hospital trip wasn't how Isabelle Nightly wanted the school dance to end but it doesn't take her long to realise that's the least of her problems.
Oh, and her neighbour w...
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STILES STILINSKI was lounged over a two-set of hospital chairs with the arm rests digging in uncomfortably into his front as he was sleeping deeply, a 'Get Well Soon' helium balloon attached to this wrist which fell to the floor. Few people who have walked past him couldn't help but watch him with a disgusted face when he started to dribble and sleep talk.
Melissa McCall, who knew he was here the whole weekend, pitied the old cleaner who had to collect the bin that was right next to Stiles' head every time her job needed it of her. One time more so than the others when Stiles started sleep talking again.
"Ohh- Just like that," Stiles moaned to himself, still asleep. It took no guesses to figure out what type of dream he was having. "No, no, you first. Me first?" Stiles grinned and flipped over on the seats onto his back and began to snore again.
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Meanwhile, inside the hospital room that Stiles was there for, Isabelle Nightly was out of her bed walking over to the bathroom her and Lydia Martin share. Lydia was perched on the edge of her bed swinging her legs back and forth while she checked over her nails.
Isabelle was stopped when she had almost reached her destination by the wrinkling hand of her father on her shoulder that he used to manoeuvre her so she would see him. She looked up at him with an annoyed look that suggested he better hurry up with what he wants to say before she takes his hand off of her and leaves him anyway.
"You want help getting in the shower?" David asked his daughter with an awkward look on his face. He and Isabelle weren't on the best of terms with all the fighting that had been taking place in the Nightly household and with the animal attack, he wanted to really try to reconnect with her.
"Maybe if I was four," Elle pulled her arm back to release it from the hand of her father. "And still taking bubble baths," Elle walked off into the bathroom, closing the door behind her to leave David Nightly standing there looking at a locked door.
"Right, I'll just wait outside then," David wrung his hands out in front of him before muttering to himself, "Where it's slightly less sarcastic."
A small covered-up laugh was heard in the hospital room Elle had come from. He turned his head to see Lydia, still on the edge of the bed, shaking her head side to side as if she was trying to shake the laughter from her of David.
When she looked up at him, he gave her a stiff smile with a nod and rocked back and forth on his heels while Lydia gave him an extremely sarcastic smile in return. He just sighed, figuring out it would take a very long time to sort out there problems, and stepped outside the room into the rest of the hospital.
