Isaac keeps his promise for the first six months that Stiles is there. The boys share a bed at night and are joined at the hip when they are allowed out of their room for meals and a few minutes in a glass room, which is the only access to sunlight they get.
Halfway through month seven of Stiles's stay they are awakened in the middle of the night by the loud banging of their door as it's thrown open and a group of nurses storm in. Isaac and Stiles exchange twin looks of terror before they're each injected with a syringe full of a lime green substance. Stiles's syringe has a silver tint to it and Isaac's syringe has a lavender tint to it. Unable to fight now, the nurses strap the boys to their beds.
"Patient MS24 is sedated and bound," a burly nurse-Arthur-says.
Another nurse-Lucy-makes a note on the clipboard she's holding. "Marked. Next?"
"Patient IL14 is sedated and bound. Ready for phase two," a short but muscled man-Carter-reports.
"Excellent," Lucy purrs with a sinister smile that makes Stiles's stomach churn violently as his eyes slip closed. Will he ever not be exhausted?
"That's it mutt! Sleepy time!" Lucy says but her voice is farther away, and Stiles wonders who the mutt is.
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Neither of them has any idea how much time has passed but when Stiles wakes up it's pitch black. He tries to call for Isaac but-"Mmmphhh!" he cries out through the gag in his mouth. He thrashes around only to find his body bound even tighter to the bed than before.
Now that he's wide awake he can tell there's a blindfold on his face. Stiles is terrified of silence and of darkness ever since-"MMMMPPHHH!!!" he sobs.
With the panic and terror building inside him he goes limp and falls unconscious. What did he do wrong to have this happen?
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Apparently, the nurses do not like that the two of them are growing so close and well the last time the boys showered they spent the entire half hour in freezing cold water while homophobic slurs were shouted at them.
Isaac and Stiles are very careful after that, but they still stay as close as they can as much as they can. Sometimes as they're eating at Isaac's fingers will brush over Stiles's hand under the table and just that small contact grounds both of them.
One day, eleven months into Stiles's stay, a nurse he's never seen before stalks into the room. In one hand he has an electric shock baton and in the other a pair of cuffs. "Stay mutt!" he snaps in Isaac's direction.
Stiles thinks he might have heard a whine but before he can think too much on that he finds the cuffs on his wrists and bound behind his back. His eyes go wide and fearful. "What are you-" he cuts off as the nurse backhands him. Then he yelps as he's dragged out of the room by his hair.
When they finally stop walking, Stiles's head is burning with pain from being dragged by his hair. He blinks the ache away and finds himself in a dark room. His head snaps towards the left at the sound of the door being closed and locked. Then he gulps when the man stalks forward.
"Just us now little one," he taunts.
"Please don't hurt me," Stiles whispers, his eyes downcast but that doesn't stop the nurse from hitting him and he's not able to catch himself in time to prevent his face colliding with the floor.
"Shut the fuck up bitch!" the nurse roars stalking up behind him and putting one knee on Stiles's back. "I don't want to heart a fucking word out of your mouth. The only thing you'll be doing with that mouth during our time together is sucking and gagging."
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From the Ashes
FanfictionInsanus Carcerum. That's where Stiles finds himself after Scott's betrayal. He has no one now. At least, it doesn't seem like it. Although...the curly haired boy he rooms with could be someone he can have. This is assuming they make it out alive. F...
