Not your type >< Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 26: empath

Still in silence but a comfortable silence, the three of us sat beside each-other, knowing that things were going to get better.

I couldn't help the small smile that tugged on my lips until they arched upwards, I looked towards the Scott and Stiles and they obviously each felt the same, a feeling of warmth spread across my chest as Scott pulled us all into a tight hug. I had my boys back, everything was finally going back to the new normal.

Sunlight seeped though the curtains and the tension had lifted, I took a deep breath in and as I exhaled I let go of all the negative feelings that were trapped inside. I was so tired of holding grudges and the sadness I had about my friendship, it was like a weight I didn't know I had, was off my shoulders, now that I had Stiles back.

I felt a hand touch my shoulder and as I turned my head, I was met with him once again, greeted with another warm smile he said he was sorry, truly, he meant it. I knew he was, and I couldn't be more glad for the past to just be over.

I kept looking at them both with a smile etched onto my face, but just as things began to feel okay again, a sharp blow to my chest unexpectedly made me drop to the ground in agony. My body writhed in pain and I couldn't do anything except wrap my arms around my chest, but even that couldn't stop the feeling of arrows shooting directly through my skull and the pain had quickly become too unbearable. As much as I wanted to scream out loud, no sound left my mouth as I silently struggled on the cold wooden floor of Scott's bedroom. Nothing in view was clear, the world became just a blur and any word spoken was unrecognisable. I didn't know what was happening to me. My whole body felt as if it was on fire, my chest felt tight and my lungs burned. Even though I could sense Stiles and Scott were near me, I had no idea where they were, their shouts for me to say something were pointless, I couldn't do a thing.

This pain wasn't mine. I knew my friends were in trouble but also I knew that I wasn't feeling the pain of just one of them. It was both of them that I could feel at the same time, I didn't even need to channel them like Deaton had showed me before, despite the pain that felt like murder, I just knew that Allison and Lydia needed me. They were more important.

Tears seeped down my cheeks as my body contorted in pain but I needed to be strong, they needed me and I could help them. I felt Stiles hand on my arm and shortly enough I gathered up enough of my own strength alongside his and pushed my way through their pain so I could sit up. My wrists held my body up as I made my way from the floor, I looked towards Scott as he grasped my arm as well and through my slightly fuzzy vision I saw the black veins in his arms absorbing some of the pain and instantly I began to feel better. My senses regained as I sat breathless on the floor for a few seconds.

Bewildered was an understatement for them, but they knew something was wrong with one of our friends. But who?

My throat was sore and my voice was raspy but I was conscious enough to be able to utter the names, " Lydia. Allison". And that's all the boys needed to hear to know that we had to go and that we had to go quickly. Soon enough, they both whipped out their mobile phones to call the girls, but as moments passed the calls rang and rang but neither one picked up.

Urgent and scared, Scott frantically started pacing as his worry for the two, Allison especially increased. " What are we going to do? We don't even know where they are. They can't be okay, we saw what just happened to you, who knows what happening to them?". He held the palm of his hand to his forehead as he wiped off the beads of sweat that glazed over it.

I went to reply but something started to trickle down from my nose that distracted me from the response, and as I went to wipe it away, I saw the crimson red on my sleeve. The blood only emphasised our fear and questions that circled around the room. However, dismissing it just as quickly and as I did the boys knew not to question it just yet either, I tried to stand up, but before I even asked them to, the boys aided me up as I got up beside them.