Chapter 10
We were currently in the hospital. And for once, it wasn't me who was getting operated on. But that doesn't make the situation less awful. Stiles was getting and MRI scan. I don't know who came up with this plan but how was this suppose to help? I don't know.
Dad ordered them to do a scan because he wanted to test for frontotemporal Dementia. That was the same disease that cause his mom and my step mom's death.
"It's gonna be okay, bro." I assured Stiles as he sat on the bed. It was almost time for the scan, but we got to talk to him first.
"What if I'm dying?" Stiles asks. "You're not dying. Don't say that." Scott says. "What if they scan and see my brain deteriorating? I'm scared. I can't do this." Stiles panics.
"Stiles, it's fine, okay? You're gonna be fine. Everything's gonna be cool. You know why?" I asked him. "Why?" He asks. "Because you're cool." I compliment, knowing it'll make him feel better.
Stiles smiled slightly. "Don't worry about it bro. You'll be fine." I say. I gave him a hug, trying not to cry. I didn't want anyone to see me cry.
"I love you." He says. "I love you too, Stiles." I smiled as we let go of each other. Stiles and Scott did a bro hug thing before the doctor walked into the room and old us that it was time.
I sat down besides Scott on the chairs right outside of Stiles' hospital room.
"Dad, just sit down. He's gonna be fine." I say to my father, who was pacing back and forth.
"Well, I'm sorry if I'm a little nervous about my son being possessed by a spirit!" He whispered / yelled.
"It's gonna be okay, just sit." I told him. "Yeah, Mr. Stilinski, she's right. Stiles is gonna be fine. There's nothing to worry about." Scott tells dad.
My dad stops pacing and takes a deep breath. His eyes were watery, he could start crying any second.
Seeing my dad cry wasn't new to me. I saw him cry a bunch of times when I was in the hospital.
I stood up in front of my father. He was looking at the door to Stiles' room. "Dad, just listen. Stiles is gonna be fine. Don't worry about it." I reassure him.
He didn't look at me. "Dad," I called. Nothing. "Dad, look at me." Nothing. I saw a tear run down his face.
I hugged my father. "If something does happen, we'll be here to help him. We won't let anything hurt him." I said. Dad hugged me back, tightly.
"You promise?" He asked, his pice cracking. "I promise." I said.
"We promise." Scott corrects.
Just then, all of the power went out. What the hell?
This was great. Perfect. Wonderful.
(Note the sarcasm)
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The one time.
The one time we let my brother choose what's best for him, he picks the stupid choice!
Stiles is making dad enroll him into Eichen house. It's a mental hospital, but I call it asylum for crazy people. I know there's something wrong with this place. As soon as I stepped inside, I felt weird.
Malia was in here too. After they found her (thanks to us) she reunited with her father and they both made the decision to put her in her for a little while.
"Stiles, why in the hell would you wanna stay here? Look at this place! It's so...creepy." I told him. "It's what's best for me." He tells me as our dad checked in at the desk.
"Are you sure?" Scott asks. "Yes. I have to make sure I don't hurt anyone. They're gonna keep me in here for as long as the need to." Stiles explained.
"Dude, I don't know how I'm gonna survive without seeing you everyday." I said. Stiles slightly smiled and hugged me. "I'm gonna miss you, but this is what's best." He says.
We pulled away from each other and Stiles and Scott did a bro hug thing.
"I love you bro." I told him. "I love you too." Stiles smiled. "Don't party too hard without me." He adds. "Don't go too crazy without me." I giggled.
"I'm gonna miss you guys." Stiles told us. "We'll miss you too." Scott and I both said.
Stiles was led away by guys who were dressed in all white.
After he was gone, I started panicking.
What if I never see him again?
What if the hurt him?
What if they kill him?
Oh my god.
I need my brother back.
I miss him already.
"Alex?" Scott calls, snapping me out of my mini panic session. "Yes?" I looked at him.
"I've been trying to get your attention for like five minutes." He says. "Sorry." I apologized. "It's fine. Let's go get some pizza." He smiles.
I nodded and followed him to my dads car. Dad drove us to the pizza place and gave us money.
At the end of the day,
Pizza solves everything !