“He’s in there..” Mellisa, or as you knew her, your mom said as she stopped outside of room thirteen in the hospital.

“He’s still sleeping, so you should be fine.” She said, and you nodded with a small smile, and with that she patted you on the shoulder and left.

Your heart was racing as you looked at the door handle. Stiles had rushed in here, on the verge of a panic attack, and your mom had helped him finally sleep. And now? Now you had to go wake your best friend up.