Splitting through her ears, Lia jumped as Stiles' screams ripped through her head. By now, Lia had been learning how to handle nights like these. Being they were more often than not. Quickly, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her chest. Writhing in her hold, she soothed him and called his name. Begging for him to at least open his eyes.
"Stiles! Wake up! Your dreaming again! Stiles! You're okay!"
Finally his eyes opened, his fingertips digging into her arms as he tried his hardest to steady himself. His breathing was ragged, his sweat drenched hair gripping to the back of his neck.
It was clear he was having a panic attack, he couldn't catch his breath. Mumbling that it was still a dream.
Lighting a fire in the palm of her hand she watched as Stiles closed his eyes, petrified, his dream was tricking him again.
"Stiles, sensations feel different in dreams. Put your hand above the flame, if you feel heat, you're not dreaming, anything else you are. Please Stiles." Hesitantly, his shaky hand approached hers.
Drawing his hand away quickly he rubbed his palm, the heat being too much. Before he broke down into sobs, the reality of being free from his nightmare settling in.
Bursting into the room, Roman had one hand clutched on the door knob and one hand on the door frame. Looking over the pair, he sighed and smiled softly.
"I'll get ice cream and wang some Friends on." He nodded walking over to the side of the bed, crouching down and wrapping an arm around Stiles' waist, Gently, he helped him to his feet. Directing him out of the room, he nodded at Lia reassuringly.
Throwing herself back into the duvet, she ran her hands over her face and sighed.
Not seeing a pleasant end to the situation.
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Stiles had eventually fallen asleep on the sofa, much to the relief of Roman and Aurelia. He needed this and the pair could tell. She dreaded another nightmare, but she could only pray that they wouldn't continue to terrorise him.
When he eventually opened his eyes, he found himself alone on the sofa. Stiles could pick apart some of the whispers from behind him. Rubbing his eyes, he lifted himself up and looked over the back of the couch.
Aurelia and Roman were joking around in the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as they could. A pointless endeavour as Stiles was already awake.
"Stiles! You're awake? Sorry, we were trying to be quiet." Lia apologised, walking over to him with a pile of clothes balanced on her arm.
Laying the red shirt and black pants down, she smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. "We're leaving in ten, showers free if you want it?"
Nodding, Stiles rose from his seat on the couch and picked up his clothes. Dropping a peck on the girls cheek, he smiled and headed for her room.
