Re: [Beacon Hills Hospital]
She wasn't really focusing on his collarbone. Stiles was... Stiles. She expected him to look somewhat dorky at all times. It was kind of his appeal, if he had appeal. She wasn't sure if he did. Maybe? Well, regardless, not. looking. She put the flowers on the nightstand, and she rearranged petals and stems until they looked suitably impressive sitting there. "These are the Michael Kors of flowers," she told him, as she ensured the balloons hung just so. She stood back, and she gave it all a look.
Then, deeming it acceptable, she quit stalling and actually looked at him. It almost hurt to look at those bruises beneath his eyes, and it showed on her face; she was terrible at hiding things lately. She'd been fantastic at it once, totally the It Girl of hiding things. But these days everything showed, and she was afraid he would see pity in her eyes. Dammit, where was Scott when she needed him to say something inspiring and Scott? She rubbed at the corner of one eye, and she tipped her pert little nose into the air (one of her best features!). "You should have taken the pastel. It would have suited your coloring more."
She smiled. Nailed it.
Almost. Because maybe her hand had maybe strayed to his, and maybe she was squeezing his fingers like the world was so totally ending. Maybe.