Stiles, the one whose always on his toes, barely getting knocked out, wasn't expecting to fall into a coma. He didn't even know he'd been in a coma, thinking he'd just been knocked out again by some bad guy. He slowly started coming to, wincing as he tried to move injuries littering his body. He had no memory of what happened or even why as his head turned to look around, getting his bearings.
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key hadn't left stiles' side as much as possible , and when he'd been moved into a room where she could stay overnight ---- she did . she'd fallen into a habit of most nights sitting and just watching the rise and fall of his chest , curled up in the chair next to his bed . she knows she's worrying the pack ---- but she doesn't care , because stiles is her entire world , has been since they were young kids - and she's fucking terrified he might not ever wake up . she talks to him , tells him what's going on with the pack --- or what asinine , mundane shit the town is up to . holds his hand and begs him to wake up sooner rather than later .
she's currently seated in her chair , scooted right up next to the bed -- one of his hands in both of hers , her forehead resting against their hands , exhaustion catching up to her yet again despite her fighting the need for sleep .