Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Car Crash

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"Stiles, you need to calm down." Your voice was soft over the fire that Stiles had become.

"No! These people get away with everything and I'm done being Mr Nice Guy, I'm sick of it!" His voice echos in the jeep and for the first time you find yourself scared by Stiles. You notice his knuckles are turning white from the strength he's applying to the wheel. His eyebrows are knitted together and his teeth are clenching.

"Stiles, please stop." You're about to beg, worried for your safety.

"Stop what?" There's a harsh venom in his voice.

"Stop the car. I'm not diving in here with you, not when you are like this."

"(Y/N), stop being ridiculous." He fires in an instant.

"Pull over, Stiles." You try to assert yourself better and push your point. There's a vein in his head and your growing more and more worried. He is muttering something under his breath, something that is fuelling his anger.

"Stop being ridiculous," he raises his voice slightly, enough to make you jumped in your seat.

"Stiles you need to stop, you're too angry to drive." You plead, your hands shaking in your lap.

"You cannot tell me what to do!" He steers a little to the right before steadying the car. "Everyone thinks that they can just tell me what to do because I'm a human, well you know what? I'm taking control." He speaks with bitterness, a void buried deep within that he can't escape.

"Stiles stop the car." You keep a calm voice and hope he doesn't notice your uneasy edge.

"No, you don't tell me what to do, (Y/N)!" He turns to face you and his expression is scarier than you could've ever imagined. "Stop controlling-" his voice builds, raising as he gets to the climax of his sentence before being cut off by a loud collision of someone's car and his jeep.

Your body thrashes around in the jeep and you are contorted with the shape of the vehicle. The power has hit from Stiles' side, but you feel a heavy effect. The car comes to a stop and your vision is blurry. You lay with one arm over your head and the other caught under your body. You flew through the window and recline on the road. There is a huddle of cars and people gathered around. As some people come to your aid, your eyes barely manage to find Stiles who rests in a pile of his own blood. You fight to find your voice, reaching out to Stiles, but darkness consumes you as a familiar body comes to your side.

• • •

"(Y/N)?" Lydia's voice is prominent and it takes you a couple of minutes to open your eyes and take in your surroundings.

"Lyd.." You start, but never finish. You start taking deep breaths as you recalibrate yourself with the world.

She huffs a sigh of relief as she sits by your side. Your palm is cold in hers and she begins to warm you up. You noticed there's also a doctor in the room, someone you may have seen before. The room is silent as the doctor writes something across his clipboard.

"(Y/N), we would like to keep you in until tomorrow at least, but you should be okay. You're lucky to make it out with a sprained wrist and a few cuts, a slight concussion, but it seems you're doing okay." He hangs the clipboard at the end of your bed. You didn't even notice the sprained wrist until he mentioned it and now it's throbbing with pain.

"Thank you, Doctor." Lydia says. He smiles and moves out quietly.

"How do you feel?" Lydia asked you, tightening her grip around your good hand.

"Cold," you mutter as you notice the AC is on. She moves quickly to turn it off and returns to your side.

"We were all so worried about you," she begins, massaging your hand with her fingers. "When we got the call we... Scott feels really bad for taking Peter's side over Stiles', we really shouldn't trust him-"

"Where's Stiles?" You cut her off mid-sentence, remembering that he was driving the car.

"He's alive, (Y/N)," there's something she's not telling you, but you're happy he's okay. "He's- he's in an intensive care unit. The car hit him pretty hard and... Well, he's only human." She struggles to make eye contact after telling you the news. You are so worried for him, but too weak to do anything about it.

"I want to see him." You strain, on the verge of tears.

"Not like this, (Y/N)." She combs a hand through your hair. "I think you should get some rest, okay." You barely nod.

You roll onto your side and Lydia pulls her touch away from you. You flinch as you accidentally place pressure on your hand, but your quick to fall asleep and your dreams are consumed with images of the awkward brunette who was more than just human to you.

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