The Hell-hound's Mate

8. The "Fix"

*Scott*

The Sheriff, my mom, Parrish, Lydia and I were sitting in the waiting room of the animal clinic while Deaton was in the medical room with Stiles on the metal examination table for him to make Stiles, Stiles again.

"I don't think we are doing the right thing." Lydia mumbled. 

"Why wouldn't we be doing the right thing? We  are getting help for my son." the Sheriff said. 

"I just think the situation is going to be worse when it's done."_Lydia

"Lydia explain."-Parrish

"Did it occur to any of you that all Peter did was make him obedient? I mean I hate Peter a lot and think he should rot in Hell. But if all he did was make Stiles obedient, then the little kid persona he is giving off is like his safety blanket. He's refusing to accept the fact that what happened to him is reality. So if you think about it, we are forcing him to face reality and there is a good chance that he'll fold in on himself? No physical contact or verbal communication, nightmares or terrors, insomnia and panic attacks."Lydia explained. 

"Whatever happens we'll get through it." I said and everyone  nodded in agreement. 

My vision returned and I'm in the animal clinic. Slowly sitting up I notice Deaton in the room but my eyes only widen in fear and my heart rate increases. It's the only natural reaction I have because of that creep. 

"Stiles. How do you feel?" Deaton asked coming closer to me causing me to freak out and fall off the table and push myself into the corner as the door busted open. 

"Stiles are you okay, what happened?" Scott said running towards me I pushed myself closer into the wall but I couldn't get away. So many people I can't get out. Scott was real close and about to touch me. Tears were streaming down my face and my eyes were wide and I'm shaking. Werewolves smell feelings. He should sense my fear and backed up but he's to worried. A scream is building up. 

"Scott, back up." Melissa said. He didn't move. 

"Scott, he is going to scream. He's terrified. Use your sense of smell. You're to close for comfort. I told you this might happen. This is his initial response to the male species." Lydia said. Scott listening and backing up finally. The scream wasn't as prominent but still in the back of my throat. 

"What happened?" -Scott

"What was that thud?" -Dad

"Stiles woke up and sat up I guess. I went over to check his vitals freaking him out slightly causing him to fall off the table and squish himself into the corner against the wall. I figured his mental wall broke so I did not advance. Whatever Peter did might still be there but not as strongly as before." Deaton explained. 

"Stiles how do you feel?" Dad asked. I only stared at him. If I talk not to him I'll get punished. 

Deaton crouched down in his spot so he was eye level with me but as far away from me as he could be. 

"Stiles, I'm going to ask you a series of questions and I want you to answer with your hands or a nod of the head. Can you do that?" 

I nodded and he smiled, "Good. Now on a scale from 1-10, one being good and 10 being the worst. How do you feel physically?" 

I held up four fingers. 

"Can you point to where it hurts or where you are sore?" I gestured to the lower half of my body and my neck. 

"That is to be expected. From what Jordan told us you were kept on your knees in the submissive position on concrete floors with a metal collar around your neck chaining you to a wall." I nodded. 

Deaton motioned my father over and he squat down next to the vet. 

"This is your father, correct?" 

I nodded. My dad let out a sigh of relief. Deaton stood up and gestured everyone out of the room except for Jordan. He took Doctor Deaton's spot but sat down starring at me. 

"If I start scaring you shoo me out okay?" I nodded and he smiled a little. 

"Do you remember much?"

I nodded. I remember everything the creep did. I remember Jordan saving me. I remember my dad yelling at me because I was being difficult. I remember talking to Lydia. I remember my dad and Melissa are engaged and Scott's going to officially be my brother. 

"So you remember when I told you we were mates?" 

I nodded. 

"You probably don't want me real close." 

I shrugged because I'm not sure. My scream disappeared when he stated talking but I'm still scared and my heart is racing. I'm paranoid. 

"You do know that I have to stay at my apartment now right." I shook my head no. 

"Yeah, that's the deal I made with your father. I only stay until you got better and I think this is what he meant." 

I huffed and Jordan chuckled. "You ready to go home?"

Sighing I nodded and stood up slowly after Jordan following him out. Once in the lobby I moved close to Lydia and Melissa. 

"Stiles, how do you feel mentally?" Deaton asked. I held up both hands. 

"10."-Scott

"Don't worry, me and Melissa will help and when you get comfortable the guys can help too."-Lydia 

I nodded following them out to the cars to go home. I hope they are patient with me and that they don't get frustrated.