Stiles came back and held my hand while I feel asleep for the night. I awake to him holding my hand still but he's laying on the bed now. His head is on the bed even though it would be more comfortable on my stomach. He's considerate and it makes me smile. The doctor comes in and I shake Stiles awake.
"Stiles." I whisper and he flutters his eyes open. He looks around and then up at me.
"Mourning." He says and he doctor laughs loudly, making his heard dart towards her.
"Actually, Honey. It's after lunch. You two slept heavily for hours." She laughs. Stiles rests his head back on the mattress.
"Your free to leave, but we have a cop accompanying you for at least two weeks." She says and my eyes dart to her so fast I think she flinches.
"Please no. I don't need one. I'm fine." I say and she eyes me.
"Your mother assigned it. And so did Mr. Stilinski." She says and I nod silently.
"Okay." I push myself off the bed and help Stiles up, wincing all the while under my bandages. i get dressed into a T-shirt and jeans. The doctor leads us to a cop I notice. It's Jordan Parrish. Lydia had one time talked like he was the hottest on the planet. He he looked at me and smiled and then at Stiles.
"You letting her go?" Parrish asks the doctor.
"Yep. Your free to take her home." She says before leaving. We stand awkwardly.
"You ready?" He asks and I nod.
"Can Stiles come too?" I ask him and Parrish considers it.
"I mean... I trust him being he sheriffs son. So sure." He says. We walk out of he hospital and into his deputy car. Stiles and I sit in the back. He drives Stiles to his house and Stiles gets out after kissing me and then looking madly at Parrish. Parrish drives me home. We get out and I lead him inside. My mother greats us at the door.
"Hi, Honey. Parrish." She says and her eyebrows wiggle at me. I squirm under my skin and ache to go to my room.
"Her rooms just up the stairs. Feel free to make yourself at home." My mom says and I want to scream at her. He smiles at her and I turn to leave to go upstairs. Parrish follows me as I go up the stairs. I want to tell him to leave me alone but I don't want to make a scene. I open my door to my bedroom and go in without a word. I grab my phone off of the bedside table and I crawl into my bed. Parrish looks for somewhere to sit. I point to a fuzzy chair that I sit on and look out the window sometimes. He grabs it and pulls it closer to my bed. I text Stiles.
/hey./
I text him and then check my snaps. I have get wells in then and one streak. Stiles added me a couple days ago. I feel Parish staring at me. I look at him and he looks a different way. When I look back at my phone I see in the corner of my eyes him looking at me. Bing! That the sound of my text notification. I see it's from Stiles and I open it.
/hey. Is Parrish with you?/
/yeah/
I text him, annoyed.
/you have a window in your private bathroom?/
He sends me and I sigh.
/yeah/
/tell him your going to the bathroom and I'll rescue you./
I bite my lip at the idea.
/I can't/
/come on. For me?/
I sigh angrily.
/fine./
I wait a couple seconds before getting up. Parrish starts to stand but I push him down.
"I just have to go to the bathroom." I say and he nods. I grab a pen really quick and act like I'm writing something on my hand as I enter my private bathroom, closing the door. I take some toilet paper and write a note on it to Parrish, if he finds out, explaining where I will be.
Dear Parrish, Stiles came and took me to his house. Don't worry. I'll be back soon.
-Alex
Stiles appears at the window and I open it as silently as I can.
"What was that?" Calls Parrish. I bite my lip before yelling back.
"It's a little hot in here. Just opening the window." I yell. I put my finger to my lips, showing Stiles that we need to be quite. I climb onto the sink counter and put one of my legs through the window. I'm then sliding out and into Stiles protective arms.
"Let's go." I whisper and we start moving discreetly when we hear Parrish knock on the bathroom door.
"You okay in there?" He asks and we start sprinting. He'll have to pick the lock because it's locked so he'll have to get a knife or something and by the time he gets in and realizes I'm gone. He'll see the letter and know where I am. I left my phone on my bed. He could easily call Stiles. We walk to Stiles house once we're away from the block. He lets me inside. We go up to his room.
"Dads at work." He says and I smile as we walk to his bed. I sit on his lap and he messes with a strand of hair. Before I know it I'm on his bed.
***
The front door is being opened and we hear Parrish's voice call my name. Stiles cusses under his breath and he pushes of Of the bed. I get up and pull on my clothes frantically. Parrish is coming up the stairs.
"You here, Alex?" He says hesitantly.
"Yeah!" I yell as I pull my shirt on, the last piece of clothing left, and we sit down next to each other. We angle ourselves and act like we've been talking. He opens the door and comes in. He shoves his gun back into his pocket swiftly and relaxation falls on his face. He's angry though.
"What were you thinking! I could've thought that you were kidnapped." He says angrily at me.
"Well I wasn't, and I left a note." I tell him.
"Yeah but it could've been anyone's handwriting!"
"I'm sorry. You could've called Stiles." I say and he stops in his tracks.
"Right. That was my mistake." He mutters and I blush under his embarrassed gaze.
"Your mom wants you home." He says and I fidget with my shirt.
"Alright." I sigh and then I turn to Stiles, about to say goodbye, when he cups my face and kisses me as hard as he can. I kiss him back and then I pull away from his hungry lips.
"Bye, see you at school." I says and then I exit the room, Parrish following me.
