Home (Sciles AU)

Chapter 25

Stiles POV

I run into the hospital breathlessly, looking around me desperately. The hospital is chaos too. Doctors and nurses are running around everywhere with gurneys, the receptionists are constantly talking on the phones, there are people crying, there are people injured and of course, there's lots of blood. It's making me feel a little nauseous. I spin around, hoping desperately to find Scott somewhere. I begin to walk further into the hospital, scanning everyone I see, hoping to find Scott, but no such luck.

"Scott? Scott? Where are you? Scott?" I ask as I stumble through the hospital, my panic and fear rising. Seeing all these injured people, whether it be from the school shooting or not, it's all too much for me. I've always hated hospitals. Now, I hate them even more. I can't find Scott in this mass of people, nor can I find Melissa. I feel like I'm trapped in here, the walls seeming to close in on me. I begin to panic even more and I start to become dizzy as I continue to look around desperately. Everyone's crying and sobbing echoes around in my ears and hurts my heart.

"Scott? Scott? Scott... I-I... I need to... To find you..." I continue to ask helplessly and breathlessly as I begin to feel more and more closed in by the minute, everything feeling too small. I feel like I'm going to suffocate. I can't breathe. I try to stumble towards a less crowded part of the hospital, but my vision is getting blurred by my tears as well as going in and out of focus and I feel really light headed. I need to find Scott, but I can't find him and I can't breathe. I need to know if Scott is okay, but he might already dead. I'm scared for my dad too. What if he gets hurt as well? I couldn't handle it if that happened... I just couldn't. I would die. Oh god, I'm going to die. This is all too much for me. I know that I'm having a panic attack and that I'll probably pass out soon, if I don't manage to get myself to calm down. I collapse onto the floor and press myself up against a wall, my breathing short, shallow and rapid, not actually doing any real good for me. Tears pour down my face like waterfalls.

Suddenly, Melissa appears out of nowhere and kneels down beside me.

"Stiles? Stiles, can you hear me?" Melissa asks me worriedly. I nod my head quickly as I struggle to breathe.

"You're okay, Stiles. You're not in danger. I won't let anything hurt you. You're safe here. Breathe with me, okay?" Melissa tries to help me, getting me to try and breathe with her. It works slightly, but definitely not enough. I whimper and cry more, tears running down my face. I haven't had a panic attack this bad since my mom died. Even when I was with James, I never had a panic attack like this.

"In, out, in, out, in, out," I hear Melissa saying, being careful with her distance around me and makes sure not to touch me, not wanting to frighten me or make my panic attack worse.

"Alright, Stiles. I want you to count my fingers, alright? Look at them as I hold them up and count them for me." Melissa suggests something new for me to try. I nod in response, still barely able to breathe, feeling like I'm a mouse trapped in a corner. Melissa holds up one finger.

"One," I manage to say between my gasps for air, tears still streaming down my face.

"Good, keep going." Melissa tells me as she lifts up another finger.

"Two." I gasp out. Melissa nods and holds up another finger.

"Three." The nurse holds up yet another finger.

"Four." And another.

"Five." And another.

"Six." Once again, she holds up another finger, using both hands now.