More Than a Gift | Stiles & Scott
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Scott had barely slept since he'd gotten the news. Hell, he wasn't sure he had even breathed since the call. Stiles words still rung in his ears, haunting him. They'd followed him across the country, not even the wind whipping around his helmet or the roar of his engine could drown them out.
Technically a flight would have been quicker, that's how the Sheriff was planning to get to Virginia, but Scott hadn't been thinking, and didn't really have the money for that anyways... instead, he jumped on his bike and left town almost before the phone call was even over. He made the trip, almost three-thousand miles, in record time, stopping only when absolutely necessary.
Finally making it to the hospital, Scott parked his bike at the curb, pulling his helmet off and jumping off the bike. He took a deep breath, latching onto Stiles' familiar scent. Desperate to find his best friend, Scott hurried into the building, ignoring concerned looks from nurses and doctors as he pushed past people to nearly tackle Stiles, pulling him into a tight, almost rib-breaking hug. "I'm sorry, I got here as soon as I could. Are you okay? What's going on?"
