Reawakening » Stiles Stilinski [book 4]

5. Age of Innocence

Stiles, Scott, and Deaton had made sure that Savannah was resting up fine. After her little freak out, they sedated her to keep her sleeping and making sure she was getting her rest. I mean, how much sleep does a newly resurrected teenager need? 24 hours at least, give or take? Who knows really.

All they knew was that Savannah was back but she didn't seem like herself.

She was different and even if they hadn't exchanged words yet, Stiles felt it inside of him. The look in Savannah's eyes when she stared at him confused, the way she tried hurting him.. The way she looked like Peeta when he came back from the Capital.. She wasn't in her right mind set, there had to be a way to get her back to normal..

but what was normal?

"There has to be something that we can do..-we can't just let her stay like this.." Stiles voice cracked.

The three of them were standing outside the room, staring at Savannah as she laid on top of the silver table passed out.

or so they thought..

they were so distracted among themselves, they completely missed Savannah's hand twitching before being slowly curled into a fist. She was slowly coming to, back to herself..

"There's not exactly a how to handle resurrected supernatural creatures guidebook we can use, is there?" Scott asked hopefully but already knowing what the answer was.

"Afraid not; the only thing we can do is wait and see if she gets better. Let's wait until she's up and had enough rest though..whatever she's been through, wherever she's gone, it's been enough to break her..the best thing we can do right now is be here for her when she wakes up." Deaton suggested. Stiles and Scott both looked at him, trying to figure out what there was they could do to help Savannah with her memories.

Stiles sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and pulling at his hair in frustration. He had finally been granted his wish of getting Savannah back but now it was like she was a completely different person, she wasn't his Savannah anymore. She was someone..

completely different.

"Let's give her another dose of Ketamine to help her sleep a bit longer so she can rest properly. Scott, help hold her down in case she wakes up." Deaton instructed the two of them. They both agreed before they all walked into the room, Deaton getting a syringe ready as Scott and Stiles moved to keep Savannah down.

Suddenly without warning, Savannah sat up gasping for air. She started screaming, kicking, and swinging her arms around to keep Stiles and Scott away from her. Savannah screamed, kicking Scott backwards before moving towards Stiles. Stiles looked shocked, not knowing what to do which is how Savannah managed to get her hands around his neck.

"Savannah, stop..-stop it..It's me..-it's Stiles, your Stiles..Look at me, it's me..-" Stiles gasped for air, begging Savannah to let him go, to stop and think about what she's doing.

Savannah just kept screaming, yelling at the voices in her head. "No, stop! Stop, can't make them stop!"