Re: [Beacon Hills Hospital]
Stiles dropped the remote immediately when Lydia came in and compulsively pulled at his bed covers even though they were already in place, flashing her a nervous smile that flickered on and off with familiar awe at her general presence. Lydia was visiting him with balloons! And flowers! It was like prom in reverse! Except... he'd had on pants at prom. Sigh. Not everything could be perfect.
Stiles pulled a little on the neck of his hospital gown, revealing the line of a pale collarbone and a few small spots, the mottled normality that characterized his entire body from head to toe. He smiled at her, pleased she was there. "They brought one in pastels and I said it was too metro," he said casually, pushing himself up on his pillows. The half-circles under his eyes were growing blue and black around the edges, the fatigue a strange highlight to his otherwise smiling expression.
His eyes looked down her body at the flowers, focusing there intently to prevent any further wandering. "Those for me? You shouldn't have. I'm all for mums and daisies. They make me feel manly."