Lone Ranger (Teen Wolf)

7 - Trepanation

I jerk up in my bed with his name on the tip of my tongue. The covers fall down to my waist, heart racing. "Stiles?" 

Malia sleepily rolls over in her bed, quietly grumbling. "Go to sleep, Corie."

I shake my head, struggling to catch my breath. I fling the covers off of my body and shove my feet into the slippers. "No, something's wrong." I flick on the light between us. A groan comes from her bed. "I saw it- like it was happening the same time I was seeing it."

Malia tosses her head back on her pillow, sighing. "Well, what did you see?"

"Brunski locked him up for trying to get through the door." I push the messy strands of hair out of my face. "I saw- They gave him hadol to knock him out. I don't fully understand why, but he can't fall asleep- something about a Nogistune...which I don't fully know what that it is, but it's bad, Malia."

"Okay, so, let's go wake him up." Malia announces when she sees me nervously pacing our room.

My head snaps in her direction. "Really?"

"Yeah." Malia climbs out of her bed. 

I nod my head, worriedly. "Okay, let's go." 

The two of us sneak through the hallways until we reach the rooms that patients getting locked in when they cause a disturbance. Malia taps her fingers on the door with a pad lock on it. She nods her head once, indicating that Stiles is inside. I check the hallway, making sure Brunski doesn't randomly show up. Thanks to Malia and her advanced, werecoyote hearing, we had no problem avoidng the orderlies. 

There's this weird connection between Stiles and myself. I usually don't see this much into someone's life. I don't get a vision exactly when it's happening. It's usually a little before it actually happens. There's something different about this boy. My mind is clouded right now, like I can't see through the fog of what's about to happen next. 

Malia grabs on to the lock and yanks away from the door. The lock instantly breaks in her hand. I push past her and scramble inside once she opens the door. Stiles lays on the tile floor, whining and moving around in his sleep. 

I fall down to my knees, reaching out for him. "Stiles! Stiles!" I shake his upper body, desperately. I don't know why, but something is telling me that him falling asleep and dreaming is really bad. I suck in a deep breath, "Stiles!" I raise my voice, sternly.

His eyes immediately snap open. His arms reach out to grab onto my own arms, shouting, "No, no, no-"

"Hey, hey, hey!" I quickly try to calm him down. 

Stiles wiggles around in my grasp, gasping for a breath.

"Shh! Shut up!" Malia whispers at him, worriedly glancing towards the door. If we get caught, we're all screwed. 

I shoot a small glare at Malia. I understand that she's worried about getting caught, but Stiles is clearly shaken up over something. I turn my head back to Stiles to see him gazing at me, partially scared, yet looks completely relieved. One of my hands rests on his shoulder and the other cups the side of his head. 

"How did you get in here?" Stiles manages to catch his breath.

I smile and nod my head towards Malia. "She broke the lock." I rub my thumb over his cheek, self consciously. My dream of him really freaked me out. Once I saw him get injected, my whole mind went blank, as if something was messing with my vision. 

Malia laughs, "If I concentrate, I can be pretty strong." She walks over to the two of us, looping an arm around Stiles. "Get up."

The two of us help him get on his feet. My hand is oddly drawn back to the side of his face, like his neck is a magnet. His breathing is still uneasy, much like mine was when I woke up gasping his name.