The Pack- We’re Not Going To Lose You
Request- Hi! could you maybe do a pack imagine where the reader finds out she has melanoma cancer and so she stays home and doesn’t go to school but she doesn’t tell the pack. eventually the pack finds out, visits her and comforts her. can it be angsty at the beginning but fluffy in the end? thankssss. ps sorry if this is too detailed
A/N- Hey! Here it is. Hope you like it :)
You lay in bed with the covers tucked around you, trying to ignore the persistent buzzing of your phone. It was resting on the nightstand, but resting wouldn’t even be the word to describe it because it seemed to keep going off every five minutes. You knew you had skipped school for a few days and maybe you hadn’t answered any texts, but you just weren’t in the mood to talk.
You knew if you said one word to your friends, the wave of questions would hit you like a hurricane. Stiles, Scott, Malia, Kira and especially Lydia could be a little overbearing sometimes. It was even worse when they were together, and you weren’t in the mood for a group therapy session.
You pressed your cheek further into the pillow, trying to forget about the words echoing in your head. You couldn’t ignore what the doctor had told you and your parents, and there was no going back from it.
You remembered how you had just sat there on the exam table as the woman had explained the situation, telling you what exactly melanoma cancer was and how long the next few months would be for you. That meant there would be treatments, things like skin grafts, chemo and maybe even surgery.
You would have to take it easy from now on and pull back from school, from any sports or after school activities and spend most of your time in the hospital. All the creature fighting your life had been consumed with for the past two years would have to stop, because there was no way you could fight monsters in your condition. You had no idea how to tell your friends or even how to come to terms with it yourself, so you had just decided to take a few days off and think.
That didn’t seem to be working out for you very well, because it only made them want to know what was going on. You figured it would be better to stay away from them for a few days, but what you didn’t know was that as you lay in bed trying to figure out what to do, the whole pack was worried sick about you.
“Did she answer you?” Lydia demanded as she slammed her lunch tray on the table.
“No,” Stiles said anxiously. “You?”
“Well if she had I would be driving over there right now,” Lydia said bitterly.
“Why don’t we just go over there?” Stiles asked. “I have the jeep. We can get the others and leave right now.”
“Because what if she wants to be left alone, Stiles?” Lydia asked him. “I mean, if there’s something she doesn’t want to talk about, she knows we’d bug her till we got it out of her. Maybe she’s not ready.”
“And?” Stiles asked as he threw his hands up. “Lydia, what if she’s hurt?”
“We would have heard about it,” she insisted. “ And besides, her mom told me she’s fine. She just doesn’t want to talk. I think this is something else.”
“Like what?” Stiles demanded. “What’s so bad that she can’t tell us? Lydia, I’m freaking out. We’ve lost too many people to lose Y/n and if she dies…I think I’m gonna puke, Lydia.”
“Please don’t,” Kira begged as she quickly yanked her backpack away from where it had been resting at Stiles’ feet.
The kitsune set her lunch tray down on the table, but she wasn’t even hungry. She was too worried about you to feel much of anything else, and as Scott and Malia followed her to the table, they couldn’t say they were any different.
“Anything from Y/n?” Scott asked as his eyebrows creased with worry.
“No,” Lydia said with a sigh. “I’ve been texting her every five minutes, and I know her phone is on because it isn’t going straight to voicemail.”
“Yeah,” Malia agreed. “I left her like ten messages. You’d think she’d answer after how many times I threatened her, but I think something’s really wrong.”
“Malia,” Kira scolded. “You threatened her?”
“I just told her that if she was hurt and she purposefully wasn’t telling us that I’d kill her.”
Stiles sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair. “Okay, this isn’t working. We’re all worried about Y/n, so why don’t we go see if she’s okay?”
“Let’s do it,” Scott said.
“But-” Lydia started.
“Nope, overruled,” Stiles interrupted as he slammed his hand down onto the table.
Lydia sighed and reached down to grab her purse. “Fuck it. Let’s go.”
You opened your eyes as you heard footsteps coming up your stairs, and you realized you had fallen asleep again. You eyed the clock and saw that it wasn’t really morning anymore and you sat up just in time for your bedroom door to open.
“Y/n,” your mother stated. “Your friends are here.”
“What?” you demanded, your eyes going wide. “You let them in?”
“You can’t hide forever,” she told you plainly. “They have to know.”
“Yeah,” you agreed. “Just not now!”
“Y/n,” she chastised. “Remember what the doctor said. You’re going to need your friends by your side for this. You can’t keep ignoring them.”
She gave you a sharp look and backed out of your room, leaving the six people standing just out of sight to walk in. You swallowed as you waited for the explosion, and as expected it took less than two seconds.
“Where the hell have you been?” Lydia demanded as she shoved past Scott.
“Here,” you offered with a half-hearted shrug.
Lydia scoffed. “Okay, how about this one-”
“Are you okay?” Scott asked suddenly. “I mean-”
“What’s wrong?” Malia demanded bluntly. “Whatever it is you can tell us. We won’t judge…well, I won’t. I make no promises for the others.”
“We won’t,” Kira promised as she popped out from behind Malia’s shoulder. “Really. We’re just scared.”
“You’ve avoided us for four days,” Stiles reminded you. “We thought you were dead at first.”
“Well I’m not dead,” you said as you gestured to yourself. “I’m just…sick.”
“Sick?” Lydia asked, immediately calling you out. “You don’t look like you have the flu.”
“Not that kind of sick,” you told her with a tiny shake of your head. “It’s-”
“Cancer,” Scott finished for you. “It’s cancer.”
“What?” Lydia gasped.
Kira’s eyes went wide and her mouth fell open in shock. Malia frowned, and she wanted to deny it, but she could smell it too. Deaton had taught her the same things he had taught Scott, and she knew that scent. Stiles actually stumbled back, barely catching himself on the edge of your desk before he fell. He couldn’t believe that after everything they had been through, after every horrific creature you had ever fought, they could lose you to something as mundane as cancer.
Lydia was just as shocked, because she had never imagined this would happen to someone like you. You were sweet and kind and you definitely didn’t deserve this. She heard about these things all the time, but like many people, she never thought it would happen so close to her.
“Melanoma,” you clarified.
“Is it-is it…?” Kira began softly, but she couldn’t seem to get the words out.
“Fatal?” you finished. “It can be without treatment, but I’m going to have to go through a lot of it. They’re just not sure at this point.”
“Well,” Scott said firmly. “If it is, I’ll give you the bite.”
Your eyes widened. “Scott-”
“Seriously,” he insisted. “We already lost Allison. We’re not going to lose you too.”
“If you need anything,” Kira told you. “You can call any of us.”
“And we’re going to be there for you every step of the way,” Lydia told you.
“We’re not letting you go, Y/n,” Stiles assured you. “At least not yet. Not until I’m old and gray and ready for one of you to put me down.”
You blinked, tilting your head and looking at him oddly. “Thanks, Stiles.”
“And,” Malia added. “If you ever need a ride to any appointments, I’d be happy to skip school now that I can drive.”
A collective, uneasy groan spread through the room and you scratched the back of your neck. While Malia may have gotten her license, she had barely passed the test. Her driving was borderline reckless and you figured that while you could potentially die from cancer, you didn’t feel like losing your life just yet.
“I, uh, I think I’m okay for now,” you assured her.
Malia shrugged, seemingly indifferent as Stiles stepped forward. He wrapped his arms around you and brought you into his chest, hugging you so tightly you thought you would suffocate. Lydia smiled and reached out too, and soon the whole pack was wrapped up in one giant group hug. It was extremely crowded and there were many complaints about Lydia’s elbow in Malia’s throat, and Scott’s foot on top of Stiles’, but no one really minded.
You certainly didn’t and as you sat there in the arms of your friends, you began to see why you couldn’t do this alone. It was much better when you had someone there, and luckily you had five someones. You knew things would only get harder from there, but with your friends by your side, you figured you just might be able to beat this.