stiles in new york

weak day

Phil's pov

When I got home from my rather interesting conversation with tony, I was starving

Mind I say I haven't eaten anything yet so my tummy is aching

I walk into the kitchen with lust and hunger to find that I have no good things to eat, and I desperately want chicken

After the talk I had with tony a lot of my burdens have been lifted off my shoulders and now I'm basically flying in the air

I still feel bad obviously but at least I don't have to do this alone, taking care of a kid is one thing but taking care of stiles is another

Especially with everything happening right now

I walk up to his room and knock....

No answer

"Stiles you there?"

No answer

I knock a little louder

"Stiles!?"

No answer

"Okay I'm coming in"

I open the door to see stiles half way off the floor and trying to get up as safely as possible while leaning onto one hand for support while the other half was trying to make its way up

"Woah, woah woah stiles slow down"

I say while rushing over to his pale and slim body, with my muscle I help him stand up basically holding him up so he doesn't fall

"What happened?"

"Weak day"

I guide him to his bed and help him sit down

"Sit tight I'll be right back with food"

"Ain't going anywhere"

He says in an almost unheard whisper, his voice sounds tired and broken

I rush into the kitchen trying to find anything with carbs and Suger and as much protein I could find

I eventually end up just making a quick sandwich with a glass of water, I carefully walk up to his room to see him half way under the covers and leaning against the bed board

I walk in and put the food and drink on his bedside table

"Do you need anything else, or like a sweater are you cold? Or another blank-"

"I'm fine Phil don't worry just a bad day"

"What happened, why were you in the floor?"

"I vaguely remember but I think I passed out"

" Did you hit your head or something else?"

I say trying to look if he has injury's

"No i got on the floor in time"

"Ow okay, eat something"

"No it's alright I'm not hungry"

He says while quickly going to lay on his side and crawling under the covers so he doesn't have to face me

"Oh and I have a surprise for you tomorrow"

"What is it"

"Well if I told you it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?"

"Bitch"

He mumbled but I heard him

"I heard that"

As I'm walking out of the room I scream

"Eat the facking sandwich"

I walk up to the couch and put on the Kardashians

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As I'm about to put on the fifth episode tony calls me

"Hey millionaire philanthropist what do you want?"

"Hey grandpa, I forgot to ask you a question earlier"

"Shoot"

"Well first of how is his mental health?"

I stayed quiet not knowing what to answer

"Phil, you there?"

"Yeah I just... Well there's a lot to explain"

"I'll listin without judging"

"Well first fo he has an anxiety disorder, ADHD, depression and...."

"Tell me"

"Uhm he... Cuts.. himself"

The line went silent not a noise was to be heard besides the breaths of two grown and worried men

"He what"

"I saw it on his wrists the other day when I had carried him to bed, his sleeves rolled up a bit and I could see all of it, I mean there are ones that are deep some are long and it's just his whole arm is a mess some are already scars proving my theory that this isn't a new thing, and he has these nightmares so I'm pretty sure he has PTSD along with a facking ED cause he looks like he hasn't eaten in months a-"

"Phil!"
"Calm down"

"How am I supposed to be calm, this is my mischief, the most happy, energetic and funny person we are talking about, this is not him whatever happened took my stiles!"

"Stiles is not gone Phil, he's hurt and you and me are going to help him!"

"Well what you want to do huh? Because hell! even his best friends can't break down his walls how will we, for him to open up is as unlikely as for you to not curse for one day"

"Phill please just listen, we can at least try, first we get him to trust us and be comfortable with us, and then maybe he'll upon up to us"

"Okey but don't be pushy"

"I won't trust me"

"Bye millionaire philanthropist"

"Bye grandpa"