“I’m sorry.” You breathe out as you stand in front of stiles. He was sat on the MRI bed, waiting to go into his scan. He had a rare case of dementia, only found in teens.

And there was no cure.

“It’s not your fault… okay?” Stiles smiles softly, his eyes searching yours. You were his best friend, you didn’t want to loose him.

“I’m gonna find a way to fix this— I promise.” You nod, tears brimming in your eyes.

“It’ll be okay.” Stiles half smiles again, his eyes dropping to the floor.