The Omen

ꕥ Chapter Nineteen ꕥ

Scott and Stiles had met me at the hospital after visiting hours were over. I looked up from my spot in the chair and ushered them over to the door that was supposed to be locked. Key word supposed to be; I had picked the lock before they got there.

"Hurry up." I whisper, ducking towards the door that I was specifically told I couldn't go through until 9:00 AM the next morning.

I opened it and Scott and me jumped through, leaving Stiles to crawl through last.

"Stiles." I whispered, motioning for him to shut the door.

"Shut the door." Scott snapped and then cringed when Stiles tried to.

"Oh god." I whispered when the door squealed loudly.

Once the door was closed Scott and I rushed to Lydias side. I pushed the blanket away from her to reveal the bloody bandage that was on her side. Sure the doctors said she was stabilized, but that meant that nothing unusual was happening.

I peel the bandage away from her hip and gasp when I see the large gash from the bite still in her side.

"What?" Stiles asks, looking purposely away from her, "Is it completely healed?"

From behind me Scott says, "No, not at all."

"I don't get it." Stiles peeks over my shoulder to look at my sisters side, "The doctor said she'd be fine."

"Yeah, but the bite's not healing like it did with me and Hetha."

I look down at my sister with a confused look, "Which means she's not a werewolf." I whisper, brushing a bit of hair behind her ear.

"Then what the hell is she?"

*****

Stiles and I had spent the weekend at the hospital. Me sleeping on the floor near Lydia's bed and Stiles passed out on the chairs in the waiting room. No matter how many times I told him to go home, he wouldn't leave.

Currently I was sitting on the chairs near Stiles. Lydia had said she wanted to nap and my father and I being in the room was making it too crowded.

From beside me Stiles shifted on the chairs, his leg falling across my lap. I studied his odd position. He was curved over the arms of the chair in a way I didn't think was possible. I had tied a 'get well soon' balloon to his wrist when he first fell asleep, and now it was tangled around him.

"Ohh" Stiles whispered and my ears perked up, "Just like that."

I feel my cheeks heat up at his words, trying not to let my mind wander to what he could possibly be dreaming about. Stiles puckers his lips and kisses the air, muttering, "No, no, you first. Me first?"

My dad walks out of the room, his eyes falling on Stiles with a look of disgust, "He's been here all night?" He asks Mrs. McCall.

She chuckles, turning her eyes onto us as well, "He's been here with Hetha all weekend."

A nurse bends down at changes the garbage that is close to Stiles's head. He continues making kissing faces in the air, this time he faces closer to the nurse who looks at him with a cringe on her face. "You're dirty." Stiles moans and the nurse jerks away from him.

A laugh forces its way out of my throat and Stiles's eyes blink open, his eyes scan the room until they land on me, a small blush on his face. "H-hey, Hetha."

My dad sits on the other side of the waiting room and picks up a magazine, flipping through the pages slowly. "Is she asleep?" I question, nodding towards Lydia's room.