"𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭...𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐞."
"𝐡𝐨𝐰?"
"𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞."
a story in which scott was never the love allison was looking for.
stiles was.
After my...episode..last night, dad thought it'd be best for me to go get checked out.
I kept telling everyone I was bleeding and my foot was aching. I begged them to look at my leg. But they said there was nothing. They said I was hallucinating.
Allison stayed with me last night after everything and I was so thankful. For obvious reasons, we both skipped school.
It was currently around 3 pm. I was sitting in an MRI room. Dad, Melissa, Dr. Gardner, Scott and Allison were surrounding me.
"I'm not sure how to pronounce this..." Gardner furrowed his brows at my file. "Or if it's not actually a misspelling..."
"Just call him Stiles." Dad snapped.
"Okay, Stiles. Just to warn you, you're going to hear a lot of noice 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.."
"Oh, no. I don't need anything."
The doctor nods and leaves. "We'll be right on the other side of that window, okay?" Melissa smiles and her and my dad step out.
Allison takes my face in her hands. "You're gonna be just fine, Stiles. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for all of this."
"Yeah? Like what? I'm insane?"
"You're not insane. You're Stiles."
I sighed and placed my hand over hers, leaning into her touch. "Promise you'll be here when I'm done?"
Allison grins. "Promise." She gently presses her lips to mine. I savor her kiss for the short moment it's there. She breaks the contact, and moves out of the room.
Scott smirks and raises an eyebrow. "Whipped."
"Shut up." I gave him a small smile, but the air was still tense. "You know what they're looking for, right? It's called frontotemporal dementia. Areas of your brain start to shrink. It's what my mom had. It's the only form of dementia that can hit teenagers...and there no cure."
