Blissful Burn ➳ Stiles Stilinski [5]

Full Control

Skyler's P.O.V

I remember. I'm starting to remember. And it's not great. It's actually a lot worse than great.

And I'm injured. Worse than before. But you know what the actual worst part is? I'm not curled up in my bed all warm and cozy.

Man, I hate having to save Beacon Hills again and again. It's really going to be the cause of my insanity.

It has been in the past. But this time I'm not getting any sex out of it. Just a bunch of trauma.

At least my humour isn't dead yet!

"Easy..." Argent placed a hand on my back supporting me up.

I groaned in pain feeling every bone in my body ache. Seriously couldn't get used to that feeling.

"I hate this," I mumbled while pressing the ball of my palm to my head trying to soothe the pain.

It wasn't working. I knew it wouldn't work. But it was so hard not being able to soothe the pain instantly. That all I could do was get used to it. And I wasn't.

"You're okay," Argent whispered and I squeezed his hand feeling it everything hurt more than it should have. "Hey, Skyler. You survived."

I nodded to myself feeling my lip wobble as I saw my bare legs peeking from under the blanket I was under.

I spotted gashes and claw marks covering what was visible and my arms were injured too.

"Why do I always end up ugly looking after this!" I cried.

As much as I was a fighter I'm still a girl. And a teenager! I still have a school full of judgmental bitches to attend to and look somewhat hot. This is so unfair.

My outburst makes Argent crack a smile. Oh great. I hope he finds it amusing when I supply him with third-degree burns.

So unsupportive.

"I am sick and tired of turning up naked and fully unapproachable while Parrish looks like he could model for like vogue or something!" I yelled into my palms and then realised that they were just full of ash.

This was my biggest problem at the moment. Because nothing else mattered. I could have been gone for days and as long as no one is dead I'm putting this as my first priority.

I have a blanket wrapped around me so tightly so it's helping with the cold feeling but I'm afraid I don't think I have anything else on underneath.

Luckily I keep clothes at every Argent-owned location possible in case of emergencies like this. Well technically it was Chris' idea but I'm taking credit.

I did my best to now sit on the bed and a glass of water as well as some painkillers were handed to me.

Yeah, I'll take any drugs I can get to help soothe this. I swallow the pills and the water in one go and do my best to adjust my eyes to the lighting.

"All set?" Argent asked.

I was still hugging my knees to myself but hey, at least I wasn't violently shivering. That's progress. "No," I grumbled resting my head on my knees. "I need around four decades of sleep."

"It'll have to wait," he sighed like it pained him to tell me that. Yeah, as if he doesn't enjoy pushing my limits. "We need to speak to you."

I knew who he meant by we. But if the great old hag even stepped a foot into this small room and was the first thing I saw when I woke up he knew I'd projectile vomit.

Or say some very unprofessional greetings.

"Such a ray of sunshine you are," I remark and Argent gives me another sympathetic smile before leaving me.