The first thing he saw was nothing. There was a simple white glare of pain that slammed into his eyes, straight through his corneas and into his brain, pounding it over and over. A soft moan lifted from Stiles's lips as he blinked harshly, trying to dull the pain. Gaaah... Ugh... Dammit, the Hell is th... Ouuuuuuuuch...
And then, he was aware of even more pain. It was rushing through his body, going from a throbbing in his legs to a stabbing pain in his head. There was a dullness in his chest and stomach that felt like he was just one massive, blue bruise. His throat was scratchy and it was difficult for him to breathe, something blocking his pipes and making him feel like he was suffocating. Oh Gooooooood... What happened? Someone get the plate of the truck that hit me?
Something cold touched his forearm, making him shiver. There was a voice that carried through the room, and suddenly, the lights dimmed. Stiles let out a moan of relief and shifted in his spot on the hard and scratchy bed. Thank you, new amazing friend or whoever you are.
The voice was growing clearer, and then, Stiles realized that there was more than one voice in the room. One was crackling and calm, while another was higher-pitched and slightly accented. The last was the one he had heard before the lights dimmed- low and husky with a tint of sarcasm.
Slowly, Stiles cracked his eyes open again. At first, he only saw blobs of color. He blinked, and the blobs turned to shapes. After blinking once more, Stiles was able to barely make out the shape of three men.Wooooah... I can see now. Hehe... One had darker skin and hair, his arm on the bed as his hand held Stiles's own. The other had light colored skin and hair that looked curly, though Stiles couldn't quite tell with the blurriness of the image. He turned his head to the side and saw the last man, the largest. Broad shoulders bled into arms that were crossed over a chest. Stiles blinked for the final time before he was able to make out who it was.
Derek? Stiles opened his mouth to speak, but found that the plastic tube in his throat was choking him. He coughed, gasping and putting a hand to his mouth to try and get out the obtruding object. Someone grabbed his wrist, and Stiles turned his head to see Scott. The werewolf's eyes were joyful, but held tears. "Hang on, Stiles, I already called my mom. She'll come get it out, alright?"
Where am I? What happ- oh shit! Deucalion! Stiles's face turned panicked, and he grasped Scott's sleeve tightly, his mouth opening and closing, eyes growing wide, as he tried to speak. The heart monitor he was hooked up to started going crazy, but the werewolves in the room would have been able to tell how hysteric the human was.
No, no, no, no, no! No! NO! Deucalion- he's here! He's here now and you guys need to go kick his ass before he tries to kill anyone else and oh God what if Kali is here too and oh shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Please, please,please! Dammit! Why can't werewolves read minds, for God's sake?!
"Stiles, calm down," Scott said nervously, obviously trying to calm himself down as he talked to Stiles. Stiles's eyes were shooting around the room frantically as he kicked his feet, pushing and grabbing whosever arms he could find. Issac and Derek quickly moved to hold Stiles's legs and arms down as Scott tried to talk to him. "Stiles, Stiles- STILES!" Scott's eyes flashed yellow, and Stiles paused in his fantic movements, his chest rising and falling at an alarming rate. Scott quickly put a hand on his friend's shoulder, nodding to him as he whispered, "It's alright. He's gone. You're safe."
Gone? What do you mean 'gone'?! Did you guys not get him? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
Sensing the human's again-rising panic, Derek pushed Scott aside, taking his place and staring menacingly into Stiles's eyes. "He's gone, Stiles. Don't worry about him. Just focus on getting better."
