Until The Very End

Chapter 16

Stiles POV
After school I saw my dad sitting at the kitchen table. Obviously something was wrong.

"You're home early." I said, making my way to the fridge.

"We need to talk." He said calmly.

"About?" I grabbed a bottle of water and the bag of grapes from the shelf.

"You're anxiety has gotten worse." He said bluntly.

"Yeah, I've noticed." I laughed, sitting on the counter.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I shrugged.

"Didn't think it was important." And I was too nervous to bring it up.

"It's important, Stiles." He said. "You have a doctors appointment tomorrow. They might change your pills."

"Okay."

"Please talk to me next time. I'm not going to judge you for needing help. You know this."

I nodded, "I will." maybe, "I promise."

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I sighed waiting to leave school so I could drag myself to the doctors. I don't like the doctors. I pulled into the parking lot feeling my hands start to sweat.

"Damn it." I mumbled to myself before walking in.

My dad was right. They changed my pills and wanted me to come back for another check up in a month to see how they were working. I don't want to go back.

On Friday Derek picked me up. He walked into my room scaring the crap out of me.

"Thanks for that." I said, making him smirk.

"Ready?" He asked. I nodded picking my bag up off the floor.

"We need to stop at the pharmacy." I said as he pulled out of my driveway.

"Okay. Why? I thought you just got a refill?" He questioned.

"They changed what I'm taking. I get the good shit now." I laughed. I wasn't nervous around Derek, ever. It was nice. He frowned. "I know you know my anxiety is worse."

"How?" He asked.

"I might not be the smartest but I connected the dots. Why didn't you bring it up?"

"I thought that was something your dad should talk to you about. And then maybe, if you wanted to, you would talk to me." He said, pulling into the parking lot.

I got out thinking about what he said. I'm glad he thought it through instead of just blurting out "why didn't you tell me you weren't okay?" after he found out.

I got back in the car, buckled, and looked at Derek who seemed to be off in his own little world.

"Der?" I said grabbing his hand.

"What's it like?" He looked at me. "Having anxiety?" I sighed. I dropped his hand rubbing both of mine against my pants.

"You uh...you know that moment when you're leaning in your chair and almost fall or you miss a step going down the stairs?" I asked. He nodded. "It's like that. Only, it never stops." I said, eyes fixed on the bag in my hands.

"I'm sorry." he said.

"It's okay, Bear."