Unexpected

THIRTEEN

Chapter Thirteen

Veterinary Clinics and Mistletoe

"It's not broken, just bruised. What happened?" Melissa questioned Stiles, while letting go of his hand. Currently we are both sitting in the hospital for Stiles' hand, thankfully Melissa rushed over to help him the moment we walked in the door. 

"Uh, the wall." Stiles lied, with a very unconvincing look. I sighed and rolled my eyes before turning to Melissa, I mean if the dudes gonna lie he has to make it a little believable.

"He punched Scott." I stated simply, with a shrug. I could feel a frown making its way onto my face again. It feels like lately all I do is frown and cry, I hate it. I miss smiling and being happy all the time. I used to be such a giddy person...I don't know what happened. 

Melissa's brows furrowed. "You punched Scott? Why would you punch him?" Before Stiles could speak up and tell a bad lie, I answered her question.

"Scott's gonna talk to you about that later. It's not really our place to tell you, I don't think..." I mumbled out. This is Scott's mom, he needs to tell her—not me. It wouldn't be fair to him if I just spilled the beans before he even got the chance. 

Melissa nodded before sighing and shaking her head. "Alright, well. Both of you should get home, and Stiles? No more punching walls." She gave him a pointed look before leaving the area, shutting the curtain behind her.

"Yeah-uh, wasn't planning on it!" Stiles called after her. I turned to him a sighed. "You're lucky it's not broken." I said, looking over his bruised knuckles; wincing slightly at the purple color that had begun to form. 

Stiles rolled his eyes a little. "I'm still mad at Scott." He pointed out while standing from the bed. Of course he's still mad at him, I honestly didn't expect anything less but, he did punch the guy...the least he could do is shorten the amount of time he spends angry. Right?

I followed my brother out to the Jeep, neither of us spoke a word. We sort of had a mutual need for silence in that moment, and I'm glad we were both on the same page on that. I really didn't want to talk right then, I mean I already have enough going on with school and work and Scott..

Oh, I'm probably grounded too. Great, just great...I swear, I'm never letting Scott sneak into my room again--unless there is a guarantee that no one will be home of course. But, other than that...I'm not doing it. I'm already humiliated enough to last a lifetime. 

I sat behind the steering wheel, allowing my eyes to fall to my lap. I felt a weird sensation overcome me, it felt like I was slowly getting more and more light headed before darkness clouded my vision; and instantly I was no longer in the truck. 

I could see again, only I wasn't in control of any of my movements, it was like I wasn't there--just seeing it through my own eyes. Or, at least I think it's my own eyes.

I was sitting at a metal table, across from Stiles. He looked different, not like himself. He had dark purple bags under his eyes and he looked so tired. I looked over him with a sad feeling in my chest that I can't understand.

My brother was wearing pajamas; a grey t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He never wears pajamas outside the house, so why is he wearing them here? Where ever here is... My eyes drifted from him to around the room. 

The room was smaller, and too clean looking. The walls were white and blank, only one of them had a metal door that was painted a light grey.