All Of You ~ Scott McCall ~

Chapter Seventeen: Towels & Panic

Chapter Song: MiNd oF MiNdd By: Zayn 

THIRD P.O.V

Stiles sat in the small plastic chair next to Cali's empty hospital bed, drumming his fingers against the railing. He could feel the darkness creeping in. The darkness he had felt ever since Him, Scott, and Allison died to save their parents. Deaton had warned them that it would change them, Stiles just didn't know he wouldn't notice the change every day. 

A thud from the bathroom pulled Stiles out of his thoughts and he was on his feet in seconds. He walked to the door and raised his hand to open it but decided against it. She probably just dropped something, he reasoned with himself. He had just unloaded a lot of information on her and she had just woken up from a coma. The last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. Knowing Cali, he knew if he showed her he was worried for her, she would shut down. So he didn't enter but he stayed standing by the door just in case she called for help. 

Minutes went by and there were no sounds from in the bathroom. Stiles turned on his heels and walked back to his chair. Just as he was sitting down, he heard a scream from the bathroom. He ran towards the door and ripped it open. 

His eyes opened wide when he saw Cali standing, staring into the mirror with only a towel wrapped around her. She was still dripping wet from her shower and the horrified expression on her face sent shivers down his spine. 

"Cali?" He asked cautiously, taking a slow step into the bathroom. 

"It's all over me Stiles." Cali cried, "All over"

"What's all over you?" He questioned 

He had no idea what she was talking about. She was certainly covered in water, but that was no reason for her to be freaking out like she was. 

"Blood" She said her voice barley above a whisper, as she began to scrub her arms harder. 

Stiles had no idea what to do. There was no blood anywhere on Cali's body, just water. What was going on in her mind that made her think she was covered in blood? 

"Cali there is no blood on you, it's just water." He tried to reason with her, his face turning from one of confusion to one of worry. 

"No Stiles! Don't you see it? It's everywhere!" She screamed, motioning to her body. "It's dripping from my goddamn hair!" 

"Let's just get you back in bed and I'll call Scott. Okay?" Stiles cautiously entered the bathroom and grabbed her hospital gown off of the floor. "Put this on." 

"I can't, it'll be covered too." She was sobbing now, "I need it off of me. I need to be clean." She threw the gown across the room.

"Okay" Stiles' appeared calm on the outside but he was no where near calm on the inside. How was he supposed to convince her that everything she is seeing is in her head? "Do you want me to call Scott?" 

"I don't want to put him through anything else." Cali whimpered "I can fix this myself." Cali nodded and inhaled sharply. "Just give me a minute." She ordered before pushing him out of the bathroom and closing the door. 

Stiles stood outside the door in shock. He heard her pull another towel off the rack and grunting as he assumed she was scrubbing her skin again. Stiles was in way over his head here, so he did what he knew he had to do. 

He pulled out his phone and called Scott. 

"Stiles? Is everything okay?" Scott panicked from the other end 

"No." Stiles whispered, he didn't want Cali to hear him directly disobeying her wishes. 

"What's going on? I'm on my way now." Scott was out of breath. Stiles could hear his feet pounding against the ground through the phone.