Deception || s. stilinski [2]

we don't like it

"God, this guy has the key to everything."

The words are mumbled under Stiles' breath as he sifts through the several keys on Brunski, the head orderly's, key chain, desperately searching for the key to the door to the basement.

After Malia had punched him earlier in the morning, his head landed on a glass panel in the floor looking into the basement. The same basement his mind had trapped him in that night he slept walked into the woods. His mind had taken him there for a reason; Nogitsune had taken him there for a reason, and he needs to figure out why.

His hands shake as he tries every key on the ring, all of them proven to be useless. It's when he feels a strong hand on his back that his body freezes and he curses under his breath. "I do," a deep, raspy voice starts, their breath running down Stiles' neck. Stiles raises his hands in surrender, and Brunski harshly snatches the keys from them. "But nobody has a key to that room."

The orderly pulls Stiles away from the door, pushing him down the hall. They catch sight of two other nurses, and Brunski orders them to take hold of the Stilinski boy while he searches Stiles' pockets. He finds the orange pill bottle Morrell had given him earlier, and then he realizes something.

Morrell set him up.

This is her trying to maintain the balance. She's drawing Nogitsune out. And when Stiles' falls asleep and Nogitsune takes over, she'll do exactly as she said.

Brunski leads the way as the two nurses keep their tight grip on Stiles' upper arms, forcing him along down a hallway with many different rooms. From what Stiles can see, none of the rooms have furniture; only white tiled rooms.

"Into the quiet room, little man," Brunski demands after he unlocks the door, allowing the two nurses to push Stiles inside. "Wanna tell us where you got these?" The man holds up the orange pill bottle as Stiles gently rubs the forming bruises on his arms.

"A vending machine," Stiles remarks, knowing the man wouldn't believe the true answer. His heart is beating loudly in his chest and anxiety washes over him as he awaits the punishment Brunski has planned for him.

The older man chuckles, though he doesn't seem very amused. "I always love the sarcastic ones," he spits darkly, sending a chill down Stiles' spine. Brunski takes a needle out of his pocket, holding it out to the nurses. Stiles' doesn't have to know what the clear liquid is for his eyes to widen in panic. "Give him five of Haldol."

"Wait, what is that?" Stiles asks as one of the nurses holds his arms behind his back while the other one takes the needle. "Is that a sedative? Okay, hang on. Hang on!" Stiles exclaims as he tries to break free from the nurse's strong grip. "I can't go to sleep! Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Look...ugh, get off me. Get off me, man!"

Stiles grunts as the other nurse sticks the needle in the back of his thigh, pushing the sedative into his bloodstream. It works fast as he falls from the nurses' grips onto the cold tile, unable to get up as he reaches for their arms.