Dreams to Reality | Stiles Stilinski

Awake

Jasmine's body shot up as she gasped for breath. 

Matt's hands were no longer wrapped around her throat and she could faintly hear growls and hisses dully echoing in the background. Her hearing had yet to fully return though, everything sounded muffled and warped as if she were underwater. 

She sat there coughing and gasping for air, unaware of her surroundings, her body just willing itself to breath. 

She somewhat came to her senses as she felt hands reach under her legs and wrap around her back, hoisting her into the air. Her surroundings now felt as if they were shifting, as if someone was zooming in the lens of a camera. But her body was too weak to react. So she just looked up at the figure who was now carrying her. 

It was Scott. 

She felt his claws slightly pricking at her skin, his faced was morphed into more wolf-like features as he was transformed. 

Jasmine had yet to see the face of a werewolf. If she was more coherent, she would probably comment on how cool Scott looked.

Scott gently placed her down at the entrance of the room where she had previously left Stiles, giving her a quick once over before running off. 

Scott had placed her so that her back was resting against a wall. She leaned her head back against it, the throbbing of her brain in her skull causing a splitting migraine. Not to mention her throat hurt like a bitch. She wasn't even sure if she could speak properly at this moment. 

Everything hurt. There wasn't a single place on her body she could point to that felt okay, shit even her left pinky toe ached. All she wanted to do was sleep. 

But as she sat there with her eyes closed she felt someone roughly shaking her body. 

She lazily opened her eyes, no longer having the energy to fear for her life. Sh

e wouldn't have even cared if Matt appeared right besides her. 

"Jasmine" the voice called out to her, followed by another shake. "Jasmine, you can't go to sleep yet, okay?" 

Her eyelids were heavily as she looked over to her right. There sat Stiles propped up against the wall next to her. 

And as her eyelids began to close again he gave her another shake, "I know you're tired Jasmine but you can't sleep until we get out of here, alright?"

All she could do was give the boy a slight nod as her eyelids sunk once more, his words unable to keep her awake. 

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A faint beeping sound caused Jasmine to stir. 

Her eyes fluttered open before snapping shut again at the piercing white lights, her body flinching at the burning of her eyes against the unfamiliar luminosity.

The steady beeping continued as Jasmine became more conscious. 

This time, she cracked her eyes open little by little, allowing them to get used to the light. Once she regained her vision she took in her surroundings. 

She was in a hospital room. The stark white walls and matching tiles along with the smell of clorox was a dead give away. She looked to her right to see a heart monitor along with other wires and an IV attached to her body. And when she looked to her left, her parents sat in two small plastic chairs, whispering amongst one another in the corner. 

At Jasmine's slight movement, she gained her mother attention. "Oh Jasmine honey. We're so glad you're awake. We were worried sick!" she said before standing and embracing her daughter, her father joining in.