Stay By My Side

Chapter Three

howdy my wonderful readers!! I just wanted to thank you all for reading and voting. I love you guys as much Derek loves Stiles! Okay not that much lol because Derek loves Stiles more than .....I can't even find the words to describe it!

I tried to make this one longer so hope you'll enjoy.

I'll stop and continue with the chapter now.

Stiles' POV

I tossed around in the bed which was too soft and too comfortable. What the hell? Why is my bed so soft? I don't remember my bed being this soft, my bed kinda feels like I'm sleeping on a semi-hard surface. I immediately opened my eyes only to close it again and winced when I felt pain om my forehead. I slowly opened my eyes again and looked around, and to say I was confused as hell was an understatement. Where was I? How the hell did I get here? What the fuck even happened? I tried to think about what was the last thing I remember and suddenly everything came back. I remember going to the field work, walking deep inside the forest, finding a beautiful waterfall with a small lake, going for a swim and then all I remember is that I finished putting my clothes on. "Ow." I mumbled massaging my temples because it hurt so much. I think I have a headache. Then suddenly I remembered a face, the face telling me to wake up, to open my eyes and I tried but I couldn't.

I was still lying on the bed and I had no idea where I was. I got out of the bed and looked at my clothes that they had been changed. I was wearing a thin loose sweater and a sweatpants. I looked around and my clothes were no where to be found. I was really getting scared by now because I had no idea where I was or what was happening. I got out of the room in the state of panic with my heart beating out of my chest. It felt like I was about to have a panic attack because I was so scared and assuming the worst case scenarios in my head. I panicked even more because I can't have a panic attack now. It had finally stopped somewhere around when I was in high school and I don't wont to go through that again. I was in the hallway and holy shit this house was big, I have never been in a house like this ever. I opened a door hoping it would lead me somewhere from where I can get outside and run away but unfortunately it was a bathroom. And guess what? It is freaking bigger than my whole shitty apartment. I closed the door and turned around when I bumped into soft yet firm. I was knocked and yelped bracing myself to hit the ground but the impact never came. Instead I felt two hands on either side of my waist. I slowly peaked through my one eye, looking down at me was an amused yet concerned looking face. It was the same face that I that had called me before I had fainted. I widened my eyes and noticed that my breath was getting shorter and it was getting hard for me to breathe. I tried to speak but no words came out, there was this constricting pain in my chest which was getting hard for me to bare.

"Hey! hey! its okay. I'm not gonna hurt you. You don't have to be afraid." The stranger said with a soft voice but it wasn't working. Tears were falling from my eyes and my whole body was shaking. Why is this happening to me? It had been so long since I had a panic attack. I thought it had finally stopped.

"Hey! Look at me! Its okay. Just breathe slow and steady. Come on. Breathe along and count with me. One.. Two.." He started showing me how to breathe with slow and long breathes. Slowly but surely it was working. After ten minutes of him trying to calm me down and showing me how to breathe I was finally feeling okay. I didn't even realize that I had fallen down with my back against the wall and he was on his knees in front of me still looking concerned. What I don't understand is that how did he stop my panic attack so easily because the only person ever to help me with it was Scott and even he had a hard time handling it. So how did this stranger made it go away so easily even though it felt like I was dying. And I don't know why his voice made it easier, when he said its okay I believed him.

"Are you okay now?" The rather handsome stranger asked me and the concerned look on his face was still there. Why is he looking so concerned?

"Y--yes. Thank you for helping me." I stuttered out shakily and he relaxed a little.