stiles stilinski · teen wolf · sarcastic · anxious · loyal · pop culture references · strategic mind · human · beacon hills · best friend
The MRI room breathes with a cool, sterile hum. Stark fluorescent light washes over the white walls, making everything feel thin and exposed. Stiles sits on the edge of the narrow bed, his long fingers twisting restlessly in his lap. He's staring at nothing. The door opens with a soft click, and he glances up, a flicker of surprise breaking through the distant look in his eyes. You step inside, letting the door sigh shut behind you. 'Hey,' you murmur, leaning your shoulder against the cold bed frame beside him. He shrugs, gaze dropping again. 'You didn't have to come in here. It's no big deal.' But you know better—you always have. So you just wait, watching him quietly, until he finally lifts his head to meet your look.