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It wasn't alistar's fault, it was the pole's. It wasn't his fault that he was getting an ex partner of his to sue his ass for a disease he never had. It wasn't his fault that he had a tendency of sticking around a younger crowd that knew little boundaries. It wasn't he got into a fight with his actual partner about this. It wasn't his fault that he decided to drink half a bottle of green apple flavored vodka in front of his partner at nearly midnight. It wasn't his fault that instead of throwing the bottle at his partner's head that he went for the keys to his shitty car. It wasn't his fault that he nearly went speeding off to the bar at about twenty miles about the speed limit and crashed head first into that metallic like.
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Okay, maybe it was his fault. Stiles wouldn't be hearing that though. He freely admitted it to himself that everything was his own damn fault that he was in the hospital. It was his own damn fault that he went head first through the window and managed to get enough glass in his right eye to the point where they needed to remove his eye. It was his own fault that he had hurt his spinal cord to the point where he would probably have tremors for the rest of his life. It was his fault that enough glass had engrained itself into his shoulder that he'd probably never be able to raise it again. It was his fault that he'd have to show up in court looking like a train wreck. It was his fault that he very well would never wake up.

In his head, the man started to bargain with the higher powers. Promises to stop drinking, spend more time with stiles (somehow) and become a good person went through his head. Anything to wake up. And not have his sister come and scream at him. Anything to wake back up to stiles.

Out at the nurse's station, the warm hearted nurse gave the frantic teenager a week smile. She, sadly being on this job for a good decade now, knew the fear for a loved one when she saw it. "I'm assuming you're looking for mister Williams." She said sweetly, tilting her head to the side warmly and attempting to calm the frantic young man.

"Unfortunately, we're not letting anyone in unless they're family. Are you his son?" She asked in a sweet voice, although some pity was evident in her tone as well.

The nurse gave a weak smile at him. Maybe it was due to the fact that it was late in the ward or maybe it was due to the fact that the woman was happy that the drunk driver at least had one person in the world who cared. You see, for the woman's own father had perished in a way similar to how the man in question currently did but the woman hadn't been close by. Maybe it was that resounding pity that she had for the young man.

"Go ahead. He's in the first door to the left." She said in a soft tone, tilting his head. "Although, I'd be careful with the other staff though." She then mumbled softly, lowering her head down a little bit.

Alas, the redhaired man didn't wake up for about another week though, the world passed by without him though, sadly. In a way, it was a miracle the man didn't lose his job for... this entire incident but he never went to class drunk nor did he let it interfere with his students learning until the accident. And he hadn't taken a day off since he started working at the school nearly a decade before. It was four pm on a Saturday afternoon that Alistar Williams slowly woke up to find the room empty.

Maybe he should have expected that anyway.

The man let out a little sigh of relief when the other walked over to him. Well, maybe he was lucky about something. Maybe Stiles didn't hate him like he thought he did. It could have been a number of things after all, considering he didn't know the day of the week and had only decided to go into some brooding thoughts. Yes, maybe it was the brooding thoughts that had made this whole entire thing explode out of proportion.

He gave a little nod at that, trying to not feel the surgical eyepatch move slightly as his head did. "I'm sorry." He grumbled out after a few moments, slowly turning his head away and shutting his good eye. Gently though, he took Stiles' hand in his, noting how they were both shaking. His though, unlike stiles, probably wasn't going to ever stop again.

He let out a little "hmmmm" at that, shutting his good eye and gently pulling his hand away. If anything, one could give then equal blame on what happened. He had hidden information from Stiles, Stiles reacted in a way that was... Not normal for him. And then Alistar decided to chug half a bottle of vodka then drive off to the bar. Okay, this was several times more Alistair's fault than it was Stile's. He didn't want the other to think that it was his fault.

He may have had a tendency to be an immature brat, but he wouldn't let the other take the blame... But... What if Stiles had thought it was his fault in the past... Of course, Alistar had known all the troubles he had caused his partner in the past, he would have certainly stopped drinking sooner. He never realized though all the hell he probably caused Stiles to go through on a regular basis. He did admit though that he was easy for him to forget that Stiles was so young. That he hadn't seen so much of the world.

That he was willingly being tied down by an alcoholic. That Stiles was only twenty-one and he was in his forties. That stiles probably cared extra weight on his shoulders while he did Jack shit... A quiet sigh escaped his lips before slowly opening his good eye. Gently, he freed his hands and attempted to scoot over, trying to ignore the pain that shot through his leg when he moved. "Lay down next to me..." He said, his voice more serious than usual.

Alistar sighed when the other gave him a look similar to that of a kicked puppy. He hadn't been trying to make the other upset... At least... Not anymore than he was. He assumed that just having the other lay down next to him would make him feel better.... Not more paranoid. In fact, it made him feel worse. Of course, it wasn't that uncommon. Alistar had a habit of doing stupid stuff and shooting stile's nerves. It made sense he was that paranoid, even if alistar didn't like it.

But just like that, the terrified look on stile's face was gone, replaced with a serious look that couldn't help but make Alistar grin. "You do you you can drop the serious expression... Right? ... Just come lay down next to me. They said I can leave in a few days..." He then added, reaching out and squeezing stiles' hand.

Alistar gave a little snort at that. “Please don’t doubt me that much. I know this is serious, but I was trying to get you to laugh.” He countered, flicking the other. “Or keep you from a panic attack. I may be a drunk, but I’m not oblivious.” He added, sticking his tongue out at his partner in a weak attempt to cheer him up. He knew he screwed up, he really knew he did but he didn’t want to see Stiles suffer because of it. The young man didn’t deserve it in any way shape or form considering all the hell that he had already gone through.

Especially all the hell he had gotten for his orientation. It felt almost like the older man was mocking it now, considering the fact that he was probably one of the worst examples of how successful a homosexual man could be. He was an alcoholic, he was a teacher, he didn’t have too much of the money he made when he was on Broadway since he squandered it. He had virtually nothing, aside from a job, a partner, a shitty small apartment, and bottles of booze. Yes, he was living the American Dream and dragging down Stiles into it.

It was disgusting.

It was unforgivable.

It was something Stiles didn’t deserve.

He was something Stiles didn’t deserve. Of course, that was to say Stiles deserved better not that Alistar deserved better than Stiles.

Slowly, he looked over at his partner and winced as he noticed the tear rolling down his face. With a gentle tug, he pulled Stiles over enough so that he would at least sit down on the bed. That wouldn’t be too bad would it? He would get to have Stiles close to him and Stiles would know that Alistar knew it wasn’t a joke. That would be enough… right? Right? A quiet sigh escaped his lips at the question though, taking a deep breath before exhaling it slowly.

“You’d move on. You’re still young, I’m not. It would be hard for me to move on. Not you.” He said, cracking a weak smile at his partner. “And you’d somehow get through everything and not have a partner who had an attention span better than that of a twelve year old and one who didn’t drink his liver to death nightly. And when I put it like that, it sounds like you’d actually win the lottery if I wasn’t breathing.” He joked lightly, to hide a slight crack in his voice. He knew he had made this too… serious too fast and he was now liable to have just started a fight.


“In all seriousness, I’m sure you would have moved on though.” He added quickly, adding another forced laugh to the end of that.

Alistar gave him a weak smile at that. “I love you… and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t’ have been drinking.” He said, pressing a gentle kiss to the other man’s forehead. “You really don’t deserve this after all. You’re so young and stuck with someone like me.” He laughed weakly once again and kissed Stiles gently. “One of these days, I hope you know, I do plan to kick this habit.”

“So when I get out of here, hopefully in a few days, how about I make you a steak dinner.” He said softly, kissing Stiles’ forehead gently.

Alistar gave him a smirk. "Well, it was a rather ludicrous suggestion." He said, playfully flicking Stiles' forehead as his lips contorted into a grin. "I mean, I understand my moral's are slightly skewed, but I wouldn't willingly take you when I was sick." He said, a playfully glint in his eyes as he nipped at Stiles' earlobe. "And now is the time you said either 'screw you' or 'fuck you' then I snidely say 'with pleasure' and we make out as if we were both twenty-something." He snorted, nuzzling his face in Stile's neck with a smirk.

Slowly he pulled away from Stiles to prop himself up and smirked at him. "So you're going to find another way to distract me then." He said, playfully poking the man's temple. "I still owe you a meal of your choice though." He then snickered as he cuddled back up to Stiles and hugged him tighter.

Alistar chuckled softly at that, running his free hand through Stiles' hair. "Well, you would have had more to deal with as you came out." He snickered, kissing Stiles forehead. "Along with the pile of the entire... Anti-homosexuality Christian views I had the aids epidemic." He let out a weak sigh"You'd probably be even more of a grumpy old man then you are now. If that's even possible." He snorted as he entwined his fingers in the hair of his lover.

"And you'll distract me somehow. Even if I need to annoy you."