Not An Argent : Ariana || S.S

White Walls

"Where's Stiles? We need to save Stiles! Where's he? Where's Stiles?"

"I-I'm right here, Ari.. I'm okay, we're okay."

"No, we're not."

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"Some have massive strenght, some have intelligence and some have voices in their head. But you, Aria, you aren't like any of them at all. You aren't like Scott, Lydia or Isaac. You simply have gone insane. And the fact you're talking to yourself proves it."

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Stiles' Point Of View

The moment Aria walked in she saw me standing-waiting in her living room she began stuttering, not able to make out any word that actually exists. As if she didn't know any. I began studying her appearance. She looked horrible, so horrible and tired. And she defiantly is way too skinny due the coma she'd been through. She looked like a skeleton with flesh and a wig. Yet, she somehow was able to look gorgeous at the same time. I then looked over at her facial appearance; pale face-Almost as pale as mine, which is almost impossible. Dark circles and bags underneath and around her perfect brown eyes.., somewhat messed up hair and, of course, some scars she already had from the past-Before this shitty coma came along.

So, to give this picture its frame, she looked stunning. Well, she did to me. She could be sliced in a thousand pieces or be a fabric of rotten flesh and still look like perfection to me. Yet, i highly doubt she'd ever think so herself. Moving on.. Well, sorta.

She looked at me, not like she used to of course since she didn't exactly remember me. Or..-She did. She looked at me the exact same way she used to look at me about a year and a half ago. Did she remember? Nah, probably not.. You should just stop thinking about all this right this instant, Stilinski! Great, i'm already starting to sound like coach now-and i'm silently talking to myself while actually not talking out loud for anyone to hear at all, great.

Am i going mental?

I don't know, Stiles, are you?

Didn't exactly expect an answer, surely not from myself, but i guess that's just another way of saying yes.

I'm thinking too much. How much time passed by now? Fifteen minutes? -Half an hour? -Maybe not even a minute.

Okay, i sure am thinking too much.

"Hey, ehm.. You guys okay?" I broke the silence, realizing it has only been a few minutes since Aria and Allison walked in and they both kinda looked at me as if i were a zombie-which wouldn't surprise me in any way, honestly.

Allison answered, glancing between Aria and me, "She has been repeating your name over and over again. She thinks you're in danger or something.." She explained, trying to find the right words as she forgot half of what to say and how to.

I nodded uneasy, looking into Ariana's eyes before she abruptly looked away from me, turned to Allison. "Where's Stiles?" Ari asked the dark brown headed huntress with a small whimper. I slowly neared both of them, "Allison, what happened to her?"

As she was about to answer, she got interrupted by Aria asking to leave.

"Ari.., this is your- our home." Allison told her, biting the bottom of her lip in nerve.

Ariana nodded understandingly and whispered out some words to Allison, i couldn't make out what she said though. Ali instructed me to wait as she heard her niece's small sentence.

I ignored the task she gave me and slowly started inching closer to them, only to notice i wasn't taking any steps at all.

I wasn't able to speak either, nor breathe normally. I was panting as if i had ran a mile, gasping for air. -Panic attack.

I looked around the room, seeing it crumble down in front of me as my voice was being called. I couldn't see anything. Everything was pitch black.

What the hell is happening to me?

I harshly squinted my eyes close in pain, my head hurting as if a brick hit the back of itrepeatedly while holding my head in my hands.

"Stiles? -Stiles, are you okay? Stiles." Someone called out my name, i couldn't recognize the voice one slight bit, yet it somehow was able to calm me down.

~Time skip, three days~

I flickered my eyes open, seeing none other then Melissa bowing down over me, probably waiting for me to wake up. I let out a soft groan before fully opening my hues, only to realize i was in the hospital. Too much white.

As i was about to ask, Melissa instantly answered the question i had, "You had a panick attack, probably caused by stress or anxiety. Aria told me you started screaming, i had to bring you here for your own safety. Now, you might feel a little dizzy due the medicins we gave you. But other then that, you should be fine. Yet, we are all worried about the fact you slept iin for abou two and a half days."

I nodded, following and taking in every word she said. "Two days? Wait- Aria.. Is she alright?" I shot up from my bed, sitting straight. Yet, due the dizziness i was forced to lay down again.

"She's okay, Stiles. You might've to worry about yourself first right now. If you're ready for visitors, let me know. -Some people are waiting for you." She opened the hospital room's door, about to leave.

"Wait," I stop her from stepping out, adding. "Send them in."

Melissa smiled softly, letting me know she'd send in whoever was waiting outside.

Within a little minute my dad walked in, once he saw me hid face lightened up as if he was reliefed.

He quickly stepped over to the side of my bed as i stood up and pulled each other into a thight hug, whispering. "I should've been there.."

I shook my head once or twice, keeping my straight face-only my eyes giving away my emotions. "No.., it's alright. i'm fine, dad." After those words had been said, i pulled myself out of my dad's embrace. My best bro Scott came walking in, he was holding a sign with 'We want 24 back" written on it. Only after he put it down i realised every single member of our lacrosse team had written his name on the cardboard, even coach. I smiled madly at the gesture and pulled him into a 'bro'-hug, the one we usually did.

"Before you ask, -Yes, Ariana is fine. She just fell asleep on the ride here. She didn't have much sleep. Allison's watching over her." I kept my silence and nodded in answer.

"Scott, Stiles.. Ehm, how about we, ehm..order some fries?" My dad interrupted the silence. My face lightened up even more, if possible. Scott and i shared a look, grinning our faces off.