Losing my Mind

Chapter 29 : Panic

"Guys, you better check this out" Melissa called them over as Stiles lay there in confusion.

" What?" Stiles asked as they walked over.

" His side has started to bleed from irritation because of all the movement" She then paused while cleaning the area which made Stiles wince in pain, " Sorry, Stiles... anyway what really concerns me it this new wound in his chest, kinda looks like he had been stabbed but it isn't too deep"

"What?!" Stiles said in disbelief as he looked at his chest and the events of the dream raced through his head, " No, that's impossible... I mean.. it's happened before but still..."

Stiles stared at it for a second before quickly pushing the hospital sheets off and lifted his right pant leg and noticed the blood that soaked his leg and pants.

" No" Stiles whispered as he looked at the traps teeth marks around his leg, " It was just a dream, it was just a dream"

Stiles pulled his hands up to his head and rubbed them through his hair and across his face, coating his hair and face in the blood that rested on his hands but he didn't seem to care.

"Are you okay? " Isaac asked desperately but Stiles ignored him.

" This is just a dream, you guys aren't really here, this is just a dream" Stiles said desperately trying to force himself to wake up.

" This isn't a dream, Stiles, you're awake, look at my hands" Scott said holding up both hands.

" It's just a dream" Stiles repeated not looking at Scott.

" Stiles, look at my hands, count with me" Scott soothed, but Stiles felt as if his lungs refused to accept any oxygen, felt as if his heart would explode right out of his chest, felt the panic consuming him.

" Stiles, count with me" Scott repeated and Stiles looked up slightly, breathing heavily.

" One" Scott said holding up a finger, " Count with me, Stiles"

"Two" Stiles gasped through laboured breaths.

"Three" Scott said quietly and Stiles looked down, still breathing heavily.

" I-I can't- I can't, S-scott" Stiles gasped, wheezing.

" Yes you can, Stiles, you're stronger than this, c'mon keep counting " Scott encouraged.

Stiles looked up at his hands and closed his eyes for a minute to urge himself to focus, he then opened them, still wheezing and continued counting.

"Four....F-five" Stiles calmed down a bit but still feared to count the other hand.

" C'mon, Stiles, keep counting you're halfway there" Scott encouraged as everyone still watched the two best friends in silence.

Stiles' chest heaved up and down as his lungs tightened with the effort of trying to breathe.

" Six" Scott said to help Stiles along, Stiles quickly closed his eyes and tried to breathe again.

" S-seven" Stiles said stiffly after opening his eyes and looking fearfully at Scott's hands.

" E-eight-t" Stiles stuttered as his palms became clamy.

" Nine" Scott helped, "you're almost there, just one more"

Stiles looked down, breathing heavily before looking up again and fearing that as he said ten an eleventh finger would then end up being right next to it, but he persisted.

" T-ten" Stiles stuttered.

" Ten fingers, Stiles, ten, you're not dreaming, this is all real" Scott asked calmly and Stiles sighed.

Scott stared at Stiles who clamped his eyes shut before looking down at his bloody hands. Scott quickly gave Stiles a brotherly hug that he knew both of them needed at that point.

" Scott, mind helping me with the stitching for his chest" Melissa instructed, smiling at his sons compassion for his friend before directing her attention to Stiles, "Lay down, Stiles, this is gonna hurt but I've given you something to help with the pain"

Stiles layed down and mentally prepared for the pain as Melissa got the stuff needed to clean the wounds and stitch them up.

" Isaac, could you clean the blood off Stiles' leg" She asked and he immediately got to work.

"What must I help with?" Derek asked feeling quite useless.

" Get a cloth to clean his face and hands and try clean his hair too" Melissa instructed.

Everyone started doing their jobs; Melissa took the old stitches out of Stiles' side and put new ones in, Scott cleaned and stitched up Stiles' chest, Derek cleaned his face, hands and tried to clean his hair, and Isaac cleaned off Stiles' leg to make it easier for Melissa to stitch it.

"Hey, I didn't know that you got a tattoo" Isaac said making Stiles tense.

" You got a tattoo without me being there? I thought you hated needles" Scott confronted him feeling slightly hurt. Stiles didn't know how to tell them so he just said it plainly.

"I do hate needles and It's not a tattoo" He stated but even to him it sounded stupid.

" It sure as hell looks like a tattoo" Isaac said as Scott took a look.

"I don't know what it is, I woke up one morning with it" Stiles said smoothly.

" You're lying " Derek said as he also walked over to look at it but Stiles stayed silent.

" What happened? " Scott asked seemingly angry but Stiles stayed quiet.

" Stiles " Scott said angrily through gritted teeth as his eyes flashed a bright and threatening red.

" Fine, I was walking home from a late detection, something grabbed me and basically burned it into my skin, there you happy? " Stiles said trying to keep his temper in check.

"You're not lying" Scott stated in disbelief.

***

Once Melissa had finished stitching up Stiles' leg, she bandaged up his chest, stomach and his leg.

" Do you have any idea how this could've happened to you? " She asked curiously.

Stiles looked over at his friends before replying in a monotone as if he didn't care, " No"

She then walked out of the room after giving him an injection in the arm.

" Okay, what do you know? And don't lie because we'll know" Scott stated quite frankly.

" I had a dream about me running away from something and I stepped into a steel jaw trap, the thing that was chasing me then dragged me onto the Nemeton and stabbed me in the chest with a katana" Stiles said finally telling them the truth and getting something off of his chest.

" Wow, okay, but how does a dream become reality? " Isaac asked curiously.

"I don't know" Stiles said stiffly, feeling extremely worn out.

***

After 1 week in the hospital and another at home, Stiles was bored and ready to go to school so he got ready and went downstairs with Isaac.

" Morning Isaac.. hey kiddo, you're up early, aren't you supposed to be resting?" His dad asked after Isaac greeted him.

" I can't stay home another day, it's driving me insane" Stiles stated as he got his bag and took his medication.

The Sheriff knew not to protest against his sons wishes to go to school.

" Be safe, okay?" His dad asked before they both hugged each other.

" Isaac, you can drive" Stiles said as he gave him his keys, after all he was still in immense pain and knew he wouldn't be able to drive.