transcendent ༜stiles stilinski༜ [1] (UNDER EDITING)

31| No Control

The lights flicker every three minutes. Scott sits in the chair nearby asleep. Allison and Lydia lay on either side of me while Isaac and Stiles are sprawled on the floor. It's getting harder to breathe but I want to fight for Stiles. I yawn. I can't even bother moving because Lydia and Allison basically had me strapped down but I feel like I can't control myself. A figure appears at the foot of my bed. Hooded with heartless eyes. More heartless than Peter. The face mangled and scratched. I begin to breathe hard and my heart monitor begins to beep faster. My chest becomes tight. My airway started to close.

I let out a horrifyingly, loud scream as my necklace begins to glow around my neck. The sound is filled warning and fear. The sound tore through everything.  It was high and loud sending every experience through my head, memories happened again and again. The scream attacked again.The room, the building, maybe even the entire town. The lights flicker and go out. I suddenly feel lighter. The scream ceases. I can't see anything. Everyone around me is awake. The light turn back on. My friends stare at me with wide eyes.

The ring around my finger was glowing.

"Don't," I croak out, "say a word."

"I wasn't--"

I rushed out of the bed and into the bathroom. My gut spilled into the toilet, I groan and sit against the tub. It did not consists of mistletoe. No mistletoe in sight.

"She's healing," Scott says.

"I wouldn't exactly call that healing," Stiles replies.

"Well it's a step up from blood and mistletoe,"  Allison adds.

"A perfectly good cookie gone to waste. I could've eaten the cookie," Isaac mutters.

I look at him and disbelief. I point to the door and he looks at me with wide eyes.

"Out," I command, "go find me some apple juice and a cookie. Chocolate chips this time. I hate raisins and oatmeal. Worst combination ever."

"It's healthy," Lydia patronizes as Isaac leaves.

"Hospitals be--"

I rush over the toilet and gag as the vile substance spills from my mouth. I heave out.

"Damned."

"Oh yeah," Stiles spits out. "Definitely healing."

~

"Hi," I coo at the babies through the window. I had to get away from the lonely room. Everyone was trying to save lives while I'm here very completely sick but no longer throwing up. After brushing my teeth and showering, I'm clean and not disgusting.

"You're cute."

I can see Stiles reflection from the glass window. I smile and keep my face hidden from him which makes the grin on his face broaden.

"It's glass. I can see you smiling."

I turn around and try to glare at him but I can't. Sheriff would kill him. This is the third this week that he's skipped school to come see me. He was already walking on thin ice asking grieving people if the ones they lost are virgins.

"Shut up."

He chuckles. I smile and the small baby girl with blue eyes looks back up at me. I wave at her and she kicks at the air. She tries to eat her fist which are covered with no-finger gloves