Stiles sat in his car waiting. And waiting. He called you nearly a dozen times. "Geez, what's taking her so long?" He mumbled to himself. With an annoyed sigh, he opened his door and walked up to the front of your house. He went inside to see if you were just running late but instead, he was met with you bedridden and a mountain of blankets piled on top of you.

The alarm blared beside you on the nightstand however your sporadic snores hinted at the fact that you were far too tired and far too sick to wake up. Stiles laughed to himself, furrowing his brows in an amused gaze at your drowsy body. He slowly made his way towards your bed, and closer to you.

He suddenly pushed you awake, as if he were trying to scare you "Wake up! We're gonna be late." He drew out the last word as he now just shook your shoulders.

You gasped to life. It was like you knew that you were going to be late while you were sleeping but your physical body couldn't be less interested in actually getting up. But now, with Stiles shaking your body to life, you wake up like a war veteran.