Stiles was in the hospital waiting room. He was getting surgery on his throat, for whatever reason. He was waiting nervously in the waiting room, talking his foot. Scott and the others were accompanying him. But it wasn’t even that he was scared of getting surgery. He wasn’t even scared of the fact that he’d be under an anesthetic. It’s the fact that they would be injecting said anesthetic with a needle in his skin. Just the thought of it made him want to pass out. Stiles was getting lost in his thoughts until Scott put a hand on his shoulder.