Chaos • TW [2]

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Scott, Rose and Lydia all stood by Scott's locker as he packed his bag with books. The three of them couldn't help but worry for Stiles, though they knew he was safe, there was an underlying feeling that the three of them had that told them he was not okay.

Rose kept her eyes locked to Lydia who tensed up everytime a locker slammed. She was consistently whipping her head to the sound, and squeezed her eyes shut as if she was trying to block it out.

Rose looked up at Scott, who had realized that there was something wrong with their strawberry blonde friend.

"You okay?" Scott asked carefully.

Lydia immediately flinched as she turned to Scott, "Yeah. I'm just a little hyper-sensitive to loud sounds today."

Another flinch by Lydia caused Rose not to believe her.

Scott sighed and then told them, "They're doing tests on Stiles all afternoon. I was going to go over at around 6:00 to visit. You want to come with me?"

"I should probably just go home." She cringed as another locker closed from down the hallway. Rose then asked, "You sure you're okay?"

Lydia, who look completely out of it, nodded slowly, "Yeah. I'll text you later."

And with that she began walking away.

Rose watched as she slowly made her way down the hallway, still not convinced that Lydia was anywhere near "okay."

She then turned to Scott, who didn't look convinced either.

"She's not okay." Rose concluded.

"I know...I think we're all kinda off today. Don't you?"

Rose frowned slightly. She did feel differently today, like something bad was going to happen. But she was trying to shake that feeling away.

"I'm fine." She nodded, "So six tonight?"

...

Rose and Scott both walked into the hospital room, not sure what to expect. Their bodies were both filled to the brim with nerves as they opened the door and took in the scene in front of them.

This all felt so surreal to Rose, seeing Stiles in a hospital gown, resting on the bed, while the doctor was speaking to his father. Rose didn't know what to say, but she felt a sort of guilt.

Scott and Stiles were the first two real friends that she had made when she came back to Beacon Hills, and recently she felt as though she hadn't been spending much time with either of them. Especially Stiles.

She didn't know why the two drifted apart, but she felt guilty because of it.

"Stiles, just to warn you," the doctor turned to face Stiles, causing Rose to escape her thoughts. "You're going to hear a lot of noise during the MRI. It's due to the pulses of electricity going through metal coils inside the machine. Uh, if you want we can get you earplugs or headphones."

Stiles shook his head as he looked down at his hands, trying to hide the fact that he was practically terrified.

Sheriff walked closer to his son, he had a small smile on his face, "Hey we're just on the other side of that window, okay?"

"Okay," Stiles nodded.

Sheriff and Melissa exited the room, while Scott and Rose stayed behind. Silence wrapped around the three, none of them not knowing what to say.

"You know what they're looking for right?" Stiles asked and for the first time since they've been in the room, Stiles and Rose locked eyes, "It's called frontotemporal dementia. Areas of your brain start to shrink. It's what my mother had. It's the only form of dementia that can hit teenagers." He explained and paused before saying the next heartbreaking thing, "And there's no cure."