Dylan O'Brien Imagines (Book 2)

Room 237// Void Stiles

When you confronted Void Stiles in Derek's loft, you got hurt. You tased him, but instead of him falling to the ground, he grabbed the string, pulling you over to him before he threw you against a wall, breaking a couple ribs and hurting your insides.

Scott had just left, he brought you a vase of flowers, courtesy of Melissa, before going to check on Kira.

You painfully turned to the side, your back facing the door. You closed your eyes, begging for sleep to come.

Guy at the front desk point of view

I was putting some files into the computer when the lights around me started to flicker.

I looked around just as Stiles, who I only know because he's always in here, walks up to the desk with two people dressed in all black with swords by their sides.

"Hi," Stiles smiled, dark bags underneath his eyes. "What room is y/n y/l/n in?"

"Uh um- I'm only allowed to give that information to immediate family." I stuttered.

One of the figures in black send a sword through my stomach, paralyzing me. "Shall I ask again?"

"She's in uh-room uh- room 237." I stutter, blood pouring from my stomach.

"Have a good day." Stiles smiles, turning to the elevator.

Your POV

The door opened, you suspected that Scott had came back to check on you.

You turn over, your breath catching in your throat as your eyes meet his brown ones.

"Nice to see you again, y/n," Stiles smirks. "You don't look so well."

"Thanks to you."

"Now now, I don't like blaming."

"If you're going to kill me, go ahead because I'm really just done right now," you said, pushing hair from your face. "If I don't have Stiles, I don't have anything."

You closed your eyes, laying back against the pillow.

It was silent for a second before Stiles' voice broke the silence. "Y/n?"

"Stiles?" you open your eyes, looking at him. "Is that you?"

"It's me," he says, coming over to you. "I don't know how long we have."

He looks you up and down, his eyes watering. "I did this to you."

"No," you said, your hands on his face. "This isn't you, I know you and I love you, and I can wait."

He pushed forward, his lips finding yours. You closed your eyes, enjoying his lips on yours.

"I'm sorry." He says, his eyes suddenly becoming hard.

"I'll wait for you, Stiles," you said to yourself, turning over to face the wall as the tears fell down your face. "I'll wait."