Save Them All: Stiles Stilinski's Rebirth

Well that was too close.

Giving up on school I go home with Erika's stuff before changing into something cleaner. I'll visit Erika first just to make sure she's okay before I go and scare the crap out of Mr. Myer.

As I enter the hospital, I approach the 20 something year old blonde haired, blue eyed female nurse. She's cute in the I want to pet you kind of way.

"Excuse me"

She looks up and finds me leaning on the counter, a little too close her than she was expecting. A bit fl.u.s.tered she nearly falls from her chair before composing herself.

"How can I help you, sir" She says in her calming slightly Canadian tone. Seems like she just moved to Beacon hills.

"I'm here to visit an Erika Reyes. Can you tell me what room she is in?"

A few seconds later she gives me the room number before I turn and head in the direction she speaks up again, "I get off at 6. There's a bar near here"

In a half smile, "I don't drink. Miss Brouchard" Pointing at her nametag which explains how I know her. Seeing her depressed sigh at the rejection I can't help but add further "I'm only 16."

"You're ….16?" She asks a little stunned, a little unsure how to react

"Yep. Anyway I got to meet my friend. See you around" I wave making my way over to Erika's room.

Erika's parents are standing outside looking just so broken and depressed. The fact that they can't do anything for their baby girl must be torture. But hey, I bet they'll be ecstatic in the future when Erika get's her miracle cure (and homicidal werewolf tendencies)

"Hey Mr and Mrs Reyes, is Erika up for visitors?" I do my best polite teen impression, although it rarely fools anyone. I hold up her bag, "I brought her things from school for her."

"And you are?" Mr Reyes glares at me as if I was the one who caused this.

"Uhm, sorry sir. Stiles. Stiles Stilinksi," at the mention of my surname I can see him relax.

"Noah's kid…. Hmmm I can see the resemblance. You look more like your mother though." He says before giving his wife another hug and vanishes into Erika's room. I can hear her audible surprise when she hears I'm here but tells him to let me in. "Okay but five minutes and no upsetting her," He warns.

I raise my hands in faux surrender as I slip into her room promising to be good.

"Yo Erika," I saunter up to her bed, she's a mess. She looks exhausted, her hair is bedraggeled and even birds wouldn't nest in it. But she's alive and that's good enough.

"I brought your things for you"

"Thank you," her voice is meek and she won't quite look at me.

Screw it, I drag a chair over and plonk myself down by her bedside, glancing around I find a conversation point, "So TV's bust then, or aren't you allowed to watch this close to recovering from an attack, 'coz I know when Scott has an asthma attack we have to do special stuff for him 'til his body can bounce back.

Though for him it's more sit quietly and keep breathing so TV's kind a good choice for that, hey you could totally read a book, but maybe that strains your eyes, sorry I don't know anything about how epilepsy works, so maybe you could get talking books, you know listen to a book. It'll give you something to do while you recover and you won't get so bored, because laying in a bed for hours without anything to do? Urgh hell…"

I babble on in silence before she laughs. "Relax Stilinski… I'm just a girl in a hospital. I'm not senile!"

Staring at my face with a deep frown she takes a breath and asks what's on he mind, "What's your deal, Stilinski? Why are you so nice to me all of a sudden, and saying hi to me everytime you get the chance? Since when? You've never done it before"

"Uhm… Fan service"

She looks at me confused

"You've had a crush on me since middle school right. Since Eighth grade right"

Erika inhales sharply, looking awkward, "How .. did you know"

Pushing my chair closer, I lean in .. "I'll tell you but only if you're good at keeping secrets. You are right?"

She squints, "You could say that, yeah. What am I keeping secret though?"

Leaning back, I make myself comfortable as I prepare to answer

"I am…."

"You are…"