oblivion || stilinski

01. waking up different

"Cause I'm not fine at all
No, I'm really not fine at all
Tell me this is just a dream
'Cause I'm really not fine at all."

- 5 Seconds of Summer "Amnesia"

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Anger, the lovely feeling of it running through his veins---it never once faltered as he saw the cause of this feeling. Who would have thought that she would cheat on him? Even after all the things they had been through such as: Peter, the Kanima, Matt, Kate Argent, the Alpha pack. Now here he stood broken, and the thought of being cheated on by the girl he had loved for years. He didn't know which was worse, the idea of being fooled by Lydia or the fact that it was with his best friend Scott. Both seemed like the end of the world for him, his shattered being didn't know how to react towards this utter betrayal. Though he didn't let the tears fall as he stood in front of the two, who were stammering to explain themselves, his copper eyes just showed the utter defeat.

"It's okay...I should have known better...I hope you two find what you're looking for.." He whispered as he abruptly left his house, his whole body trembling as hot tears started to fill his eyes as he rushed down the driveway to awaiting Roscoe, the only thing that seemed to be loyal to him. Stiles could hear the two's voices clearly as they rushed after him, but alas the human did not want any of their lies, he couldn't take the lies anymore. Getting into his car, he easily turned the key and drove out of his home, not caring that he even forgot to put on his seat-belt. Zooming down the street, he didn't even bother stopping the tears that made their way down his cheeks. I should have known...the looks they had been giving each other...it was obvious but I didn't want to admit it. He thought to himself as he just kept speeding on the streets, going to the rode that was rarely used because of the cliff.

Blinding lights.

The white light.

So bright it could burn a paper.

No one heard the piercing screams that escaped his lips as the car drove off the road and down the hill, his body being flung from the car as it landed upside down, easily going through the windshield---as he had forgotten to wear his seat belt. The idea of safety long gone. A dark shadow made it's way towards the wreck, seeing the dying human there---though it just watched as the blood leaked from the teenager's body. The thought of even helping gone, but it surfaced quickly as the boy's chest stopped moving. Showing that he had the inability to breathe by himself, death would be soon for the human if the shadow did not help. Paramedics erupted the area, the sound of the sirens' taking over the usual silence of the Beacon Hills Reserve. The shadow was gone as soon as it came, no sign of it being there.

"Oh my! It's Stilinski's boy, hurry everyone do their part. There's no way we're letting him die" one of the ambulance members said as they ran to the male's side. Horror on her face as she took the teenager's pulse, it was barely there as Stiles couldn't breathe on his own. Then the pulse stopped.

"There's no pulse! Starting CPR now, get me the tube and the CPR bag! Hurry, he doesn't have much time!" the woman screamed as she started the manual way, his pulse still nonexistent as she continued for about 5 minutes until the proof of his life was once again going. It was there, just very weak. Loading him up onto the stretcher was much more manageable than they thought, seeing as he was a 17 year old lacrosse player---but the fact he was really really light for his age...that was worrisome. Now it was time to exam-en him, wounds covered his body.

Cuts, broken bones, lacerations, and the most critical---his wound on his head. Surgery definitely be needed as it was quite the injury, bleeding in his brain and a slight cracked skull was the reason. In about 4 minutes the ambulance made it to the town's hospital, doctors, nurses, and surgeons were ready to take on this one case. And it was definitely one that Melissa McCall would never forget---her son's best friend being pushed it on the stretcher, bandages and blood covering his body. Tears filled her eyes instantly and she ran to the teen's side, worry filling her instantly as she questioned the paramedic. Her eyes wide as she heard the reason of these injuries and the exact problems that had been going on in the ambulance.

"Melissa, he needs to go into surgery. It doesn't look good, but we'll do our best. Call John...he needs to be here.." The head doctor told her as the small Stilinski was rolled down the hall towards the OR, without a single word the nurse just nodded and ran to the phone, not caring that her hand and clothing was covered in his blood.

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Minutes passed, time went by slowly, soon becoming hours. Hours then to days, and days to weeks. His progress still unknown to the Pack he once was apart of, his father knew exactly what was wrong with him, though he didn't utter a single word towards any of the teenagers. John looked at the Pack as they sat in the waiting room, he couldn't decide if it was actually time for them to go and not come back to the hospital or tell them the true injuries that his seventeen year old son was enduring in the next room over. Melissa had told the Pack they had to leave, but it took much more convincing to Scott, Lydia, and Allison. Derek had already made his leave, knowing that it was best if they let the human heal all by himself and without any of them in his hair.

"Will it be alright if I stay Mr. Stilinski?" The curly haired wolf said softly as he looked at John Stilinski, his blue eyes instantly seeing the confusion cover his friend's father's face.

"Isaac...why do you want to stay? You were never close to Stiles..." John replied sternly, but he couldn't help but feel relieved that it was someone other than Scott or Lydia. A gentle sigh escaped the older man's lips as he looked at the teen, "okay Isaac...you can stay...why don't you visit him? Just don't tell the others I let you see him." With an almost faint smile, the Sheriff lead the way to the his boy's room, standing at the door quietly as he gently turned the door knob.

"Of course Mr. Stilinski" the blue-eyed male said with an almost shy demeanor as adults made him quite nervous, courteous from his bastard of a father. Silently he followed, his heightened senses giving him the ability to hear the machines in the room ahead. Isaac looked at Stiles' father before walking in slowly, seeing the teenager wide awake and paying attention to the television in the room, a bandage around his head proving the surgery he endured. Cuts and bruises were visible on the face of his friend as it was a bit easy to tell that in the crash he had also broken his nose, but the surgeons had fixed it---although the bruising proved that theory. "Stiles?" The wolf spoke out softly as he made his way into the room, something felt off and Isaac couldn't put his finger on it.

"Who the hell are you?" The voice rang out with a slight attitude, Isaac gasped slightly as he heard that escape the other teen's lips. The werewolf felt like the whole world was crashing under him, his friend had no memories of what had happened those past two years. But somehow Isaac felt thankful, cause maybe then Stiles could stay out of the way and not risk getting even more fatally injured.

"My name is Isaac Lahey, we pay lacrosse together and we're friends outside of the field.." The wolf managed to say although he could feel an overwhelming crushing fear pumping through his veins. But the feeling started to fade as he saw the way Stiles was beaming in the bed---wait why is Stiles smiling like that? I didn't do anything funny or even productive... Isaac thought as he looked at the other with utter confusion.

"I can see how we're friends...you're so damn attractive" was all that escaped Stiles lips as he looked at the blushing and flustered werewolf, a smirk on the human's lips as he watched the wolf struggle to say something back, a gentle laugh slipping through his lips as he watched. John looked at his son in utmost shock but decided not to even question anything that came out of his son's lips, taking that as his leave his walked down the hallway chuckling.

"God damn amnesia patients.."

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