The Sheriff watches his son sleep, it was four am. Stiles had just been able to get to sleep. He was very quite and he had given Stiles his favorite food, feeling pain inside when Stiles doesn't aknowlage the fact he is having something unhealthy.
Stiles to his credit had tried. He had tried to look like he was enjoying the fries that he used to love so much, but after a couple of bites he had gone green and then spent most of the other hours being sick in the sinc, throwing up his food. His body unable to digest it.
He had then spent his time staring up at the ceiling, in his bedroom. Unable to get to sleep in such strange surroundings.
Stiles father watched Stiles twist and turn and knew nightmares were taking hold of him. Sweat dripped from his brow. The Sheriff blinked as he heard Stiles mutter in his sleep "He promised"
Stiles repeated these words a couple of times as his breathing started to get more heavy and words more frantic until before the Sheriff could think of waking him up.
His eyes shot open, a silent scream coming from his mouth, his eyes looking everywhere frantically.
"Its me, remember Stiles? You're father. You're safe here" Was all Stiles father could say.
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For a moment Stiles stared at him, his body trembling.
"Dad?" He choked out.
"What was that dream about?" The sheriff asked, hoping to ease his sons pain.
Stiles frowned, thinking back he couldn't remember "T-there was fire and I-I was in pain but that is all I can remember"
He hudged in on himself, making him look smaller. Though just like last time his pain gave away to sense of hopelessness then numbness that crept all over him, it felt so familiar, almost comforting as feeling. Pain was just a different feeling and so familiar, unlike any other emotions he'd been feeling or seeing lately.
Just like that emotion in his father's eyes, that made him feel uneasy as he didn't recognise it and he was aware he should be able to but he couldn't.
There seemed like a lot of things Stiles could do but he couldn't, he didn't feel like Stiles, not the Stiles they wanted.
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His father stayed with him throughout the night. Stiles didn't have the heart to tell him, one of the reason's he couldn't go to sleep was that he couldn't shake of the feeling this wasn't real and the cop wasn't his father and would stab him in the back if he went to sleep.
They had promised to come for him. Scott had promised. They would save him, his pack would come for him.
They would come for him. Scott had promised but why was it so difficult to recall their faces?
The pack would come for him.
Scott would come for him. Even though he couldn't remember what Scott looked like anymore.
His best friend had promised, what was his name again?
Was he really his best friend or just someone had promised him? Why hadn't he come if he was his best friend?
The words has lost meaning, he didn't even know why he'd clung on to them for so long, maybe because they had helped keep his sanity? Keep the demons away, inside and out.
Maybe it was because they reminded him he had to stay human, or was it to keep him sane? Or had he been hoping for something? He didn't know. But he knew one thing for sure.
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