Yours (Stiles Stilinski)

Chapter Fifty One

"I'm honestly not sure I know how to pronounce this— or if it's not actually a misspell—"

"Stiles. Just call him Stiles," I said impatiently, glaring at the doctor. Stiles took my hands, calling my attention back to him. I felt like I was on the verge of tears all day. The doctor looked at me for a second.

"Are you even fam—"

"She stays," Stiles said in a deep voice.  The Sheriff and my Mom looked between the two of us for a moment. Mr. Stilinski nodded at the doctor to continue.

"Okay. Stiles, just to warn you, you're going to hear a lot of noise during the MRI. It's due to pulses of electricity going through metal coils inside the machine. Uh, if you want, we can get you earplugs or headphones?" Dr. Vandenberg said.

"Oh, no. No, I don't need anything," he replied. His hands shook, and I tightened my grip on them. Mom patted his shoulder, and Mr. Stilinski nodded at the two of us.

"Hey, we're just on the other side of that window, okay?" Mom said. Stiles nodded, and Scott walked in as they left.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late!" He said. Stiles nodded at his father, and Scott hugged him tight. Stiles stared at me for a second.

"You know what they're looking for, right?" Stiles asked me. I looked away, and he looked over to Scott. "It's called frontotemporal dementia. Areas of your brain start to shrink. It's what my mother had. It's the only form of dementia that can hit teenagers... and there's no cure," Stiles said, looking at the floor. I shook my head.

"If they say that, we'll do something," I promised. Scott looked over to me and back to Stiles.

"I'll do something," Scott promised. I nodded at him. Scott walked out of the door, and I stood there for a second.

"We're going to make it through this, okay? You promised me we would do this together," I whispered. His eyes watered, and I hugged him tight. His arms pressed into my back, tightening. I never wanted to let go, but I knew that he needed to do this. We pulled apart and I held his face in my hands. "No matter what. We're doing this together," I promised. I kissed him deeply and walked out of the door, tears brimming my eyes. I put a hand on Scott's arm.

"We need to talk," I murmured. I looked over at Mr. Stilinski and he smiled sadly at me. My grip on Scott's arm tightened for a second, and we walked out for some air. I ran my fingers through my hair. "Listen— This nogitsune thing. I think— I think it's what's affecting Stiles," I admitted.

"And you'd be right for thinking that way," I heard behind us. We turned to see Derek approaching us. 

"I heard rumors milling about— I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," Derek said. I gave him a hug.

"It's good to see you, you pain in the ass," I muttered. Derek looked at us.

"So, our fragile, defenseless Stiles is a demon spirit? Sounds like he's been holding back," Derek said. Scott sighed and looked over at me.

"More than you'd think. When— right after you guys came out of the Nemeton, I saw something. I was holding on to Stiles the whole time, and just before you all came back, I saw this face-wrapped, ugly ass mummy looking thing," I explained. Derek snorted and I glared at him. "I'm serious! Anyway, I thought it over after the whole key thing, and being kidnapped by a child murderer— Barrow said something 'It can't be you,' and then something about a guy telling him not to hurt me," I finished. Scott and Derek locked eyes.

"Sounds a lot like something Stiles would say— apparently even this voided version," Derek said. Scott gave Derek a curious look, and I put a hand on each of their shoulders.