Dylan O'Brien and Characters Imagines

Stiles - He Has a Panic Attack

It's been two days since Stiles, Scott and Allison have been submerged. I waited for hours for them to come back, worrying endlessly for them. Were they going to make it back? Were they going to die? What are they gonna be like if they even do come back? 

Deaton eventually had to get me to go home, but I couldn't sleep - not even a bit. My friends and boyfriend, Stiles, were the only things on my mind. I couldn't sleep knowing there may be a chance I never see them again. 

I went back to the vet the next day, waiting for something, anything. With Deaton sitting out the front dealing with the occasional customer, I sat on a hard metal chair, tapping my fingers against my chin while starring at the tubs. 

Out of nowhere, there was speratic movements within the tubs, and all three shoot out at once. I widen my eyes and jump to my feet. Scott and Alison immediately get out of the tub, and Deaton rushes in to get them towels. They begin talking at a rapid speed, but I can't hear any of it. My eyes are focused onto Stiles. His arms are supporting him just above the water, and he's starring at me in horror. 

"Stiles?" I speak softly, slowly walking up to him. All I wanted to do was run into his arms and never let go of him, but it seemed like an inappropriate time to do so. 

His eyes moved up and down my body, his mouth parting. 

"Wh-why are you in different clothes?" He asked, fear struck in his voice. I cautiously moved my eyes to Deaton, who bit his lip. I looked back to Stiles and moved slightly closer. 

"Stiles, it's been three days." I hesitantly say. He looks down to the ground and lets out a breath. He finally stands up in the tub and rakes his hair back, blowing out another breath of air. He looks around the veterinary and rubs his eyes. 

"Stiles, what's wrong? Do you need a blanket?" I ask. He was scaring me. 

He ignores me, and attempts to climb out of the tub. He trips and braces his hands on the tub next to his to brace his fall. He's now leaning over Scott's tub, breathing in and out harshly. I quickly rush to his side and put a hand on his back. He jumps at first, but becomes too occupied with his breathing to do anything. 

"Honey, what's going on? Talk to me, please." I plead, bending down to try and get a better look of his face. His shakes his head slightly, his eyebrows furrowing and mouth parting. I rub my hand up and down his back and shoosh him, realising he was having a panic attack. 

"Shh, it's okay Stiles. You're alright." I coo, trying to help him at all. But it wasn't working, nothing was working. I look back, and see everyone looking at me helplessly. I look back to my Stiles, and wrap my arm around his waist. 

"Sit down, Stiles." I instruct, guiding him to the wall where he slides down and sits with his back resting on it. He moves his knees to his chest and leans his head down, his hands grabbing ferociously at his hair. 

"Hey, hey, look at me." I say, placing a gentle hand on the side of his head. He slowly looks up at me, tears streaming down his face. My heart instantly breaks, and I felt like sitting down and crying with him. 

Instead, my hands caress the sides of his head and I force him to listen to me. 

"Slow down you're breathing. Just copy me." I speak quietly, forcing him to strain his ears to listen to me. "You are okay, Scott is okay and Allison is okay. You're all okay and no one is hurt." I reminded him, searching his eyes. 

"Bu-but - it's been three days." He stutters out. I furrow my eyebrows with concern. 

"And? What's the matter, Stiles?" 

"I sh-should be dead." He explains. Of course he tries to bring logic and sense into something supernatural. "It only felt like a couple of minutes... ho-how has this happened?" 

"How has any of this happened, Stiles?" I ask, and he looks up at me. "Your best friend is a werewolf. We can't explain any of this, we... we just go with it. But we go with it together," I take his hand in mine, "we've never done any of this by ourselves. You've always been there for me just like I'm going to be with you now." I stroke the back of his hand with my thumb. "Whatever struggles you may face, I'm never going to leave you alone. I promise." I smile at him, and he cracks a smile back for the first time. I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his head into my chest, cradling him. 

"I love you, Stiles." 

"I love you too, Y/N."