Healing Love- Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Forty Eight- Familarity

Stiles horizontally laid on the floor, without the ability to move after he just witnessed a murder and had called the cops. Yes he was angry at the mechanic for over pricing the damage of his jeep but that didn't mean he wanted to see him dead or be killed. Shock riddled through his blood as it pumped in his body, waiting for the numbness to go away.

There was still no sign of Rosie or where she had gone to, the same with the creature. It had looked Stiles in the eyes familiarly and evacuated before any form of higher authority could join them in the garage. The mans screaming alone would have caught the attention of anyone near by so Stiles wondered why Rosie did not come to save him.

From outside the waiting room, there was pitter pattering of light footsteps advancing towards the room which Stiles had vacated in. He clenched his face together as he attempted to regain feeling in his body and feared that the thing was coming back for him. His fingers were the first to regain feeling so he picked up his phone, ready to call for help or send last words if the creature came for him.

The door screeched open with no visuals on who had in fact opened it but slammed against the wall behind it after being opened with force. In his phone Stiles began typing as he anticipated the attack but stopped when he saw that the identity of who opened the door was revealed.

"Why are you lying on the floor?" Rosie asked, looking down at him and unaware of the crime scene that was right behind her.

"Did you see it? Did you hear him?" He ignored her lighthearted and jokey question as he panicked on the floor below, regaining more feeling in his body.

"Who and what?"

"The creature. Steves dead. The mechanics dead. I watched him die." With his half numb arms he pushed himself off the ground and felt as if he had the extreme feeling off pins and needles in the lower half of his body. "I couldn't move. I couldn't stop it."

"What do you mean hes dead?" Stiles pointed his head in the direction of the blood scattered floor with the scaffolding of the jeep on top of the mechanic, arms falling out of the sides. Her hand went to her mouth as her jaw dropped. "Oh my god. What- who did this? You said you saw who right?"

"It was the thing Allison and Scott saw at Isaacs. Did you see it?"

"What does it look like?" At first she shook her head but then questioned, eyes still wide with disturbance.

"Like a lizard. Scales, long tail-"

"Yellow slit eyes." They said together, making Stiles look at her questioningly.

"You saw it? Where did it go? We can tell Scott-"

"Not tonight." She interrupted him once again. "Outside the Sheriffs department. After I was injected with wolfsbane. I saw it in the carpark before you came and put me in the car."

"Why didn't you tell us or especially me?" He asked, sort of disheartened she had kept this vital information from both him and the group.

"Because I thought it was something I had hallucinated,, you know. You said that I would hallucinate things or act differently and that's what I thought happened. I mean its not everyday you see something which looks like a lizard does it?" She snapped. The stress had gotten to her as it flooded her brain. "Did you call someone?"

"Yeah I called 911." Simply, he replied, not wanting to cause any more tension between the two in a situation such as this one where a dead body was only meters away.

Coincidentally the red and blue lights of the cops flashed inside the windows of the waiting room and Rosie and Stiles ran out immediately. Stiles walked out slower than she did as he was just paralyzed moments before, numbed from any feeling in his body. Not his heart though. He prepared for the worst and typed three words into his phone but gladly, never had to send them.

"Mam, can you tell us what happened here?" One officer asked Rosie as she was able to get to them before Stiles.

"Um, I was in the bathroom but Stiles was there. He will tell you the rest." She motioned to the boy trailing behind her as she was ushered away, separated from Stiles, who was being interrogated about what he had just witnessed.

"So, you say you were in the bathroom, so you weren't a witness to the crime?"

"No, sir." Shaking her head while answering the man, she kept trying to look over his shoulder so she could see Stiles because she began to worry that he might be taken as a person of interest as he was the only one actually there. Although Rosie knew Stiles would never hurt a fly.

"Okay, are you hurt in any way? Mentally or physically?" The man had his pen and paper ready for any answers which Rosie gave for them to be closer to finding out what actually happened her.

"No, bit traumatized after seeing a dead body for the first time." However that was a lie. After being enrolled into the supernatural with her brother becoming a werewolf, it was not the first time she had seen a dead body. Not even the second.

"Okay, and whats your name miss?"

"Rosie McCall."

"Do you have any one to take you home safely, like a family member or close friend? Or we can have a patrol car take you home if you prefer." He asked sympathetically as he stroked his grey beard.

"I can call my brother." Rosie walked off and got her phone out of her pocket and dialed. The phone went straight to voicemail and also stated that Scotts phone was engaged. 'Of all the times to be on the phone', she thought to herself, scrolling down, about to call Lydia.

"Ive called him, hes on his way." Stiles said to her as he walked to her side, noticing her stressed look towards her phone.

"What did you say happened?"

"I said I didn't see what happened. I said all I heard was the crushing sound and I didn't see anyone come in or out of the garage. My dad thinks something more happened." Melissa McCalls car rolled up, scraping stones, with her son driving it. "Come on, lets get out of here."

The two got into the warm car, Rosie in the front, for once, and Stiles in the back. Scott looked at them worryingly as soon as they entered the car. "You two okay?"

"Yeah." Stiles huffed and answered for the both of them. "You're right, its not like you. I mean its eyes were almost, like, reptilian. But there was something about them."

"What do you mean?" Both McCalls were interested in what Stiles was talking about as Rosie had not heard Stiles' thoughts yet but only the description of the eyes.

"You know when you see, like, a friend in a halloween mask, but all you can actually see are their eyes, and you feel like you know them but just cant figure out who it is?"

"Are you saying you know who it is?" Rosie turned her whole body to face Stiles in the back seat, copying what her brother was doing beside her.

"No. But it knew me."