Insanity ~ Teen Wolf/Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 12: Okay?

Kira's POV

Stiles was the one. The one who was in danger. The one who was going to...

"It doesn't always work." Scott tried to justify the issue that now haunted us. Deaton just looked at him. "Does it?"

"I'm sorry Scott." Deaton apologized. "But there's no way of confirming for the absolute possibility, so for now, we're just going to have to assume that he is the one." Scott was hurting inside. I could see it in his eyes, feel it when I was around him, hear it in his voice.

"Isn't there something we can do?" Scott said, looking to the soundless, stiff Stiles that lay in a deep slumber on the table. "Anything at all?"

"I'm sorry." Deaton replied softly.

We all felt bad. We all felt pain. We all felt upset and scared and worried. For each other, but mostly, for Stiles. He was the life of the Pack. A true comedian, as Scott would tell me sometimes. His sarcastic tone and hilarious attitude just charmed us all, one way or another- even Lydia. Although, Stiles didn't really notice he had her attention for sometime or another.

"Scott," I held his hand for comfort. "Just be a little patient. I'm sure he'll be fine." I gave a weak smile, but no response came from the Alpha.

Malia walked to Stiles and stood there at his side, watching him breathe- inhaling, exhaling. Silent, even breaths as his chest rose and fell. She held his hand in hers, interlocking their fingers with one anothers, and gently bent over to kiss the back of his hand.

My heart ached for her. I knew she loved Stiles. He was her first love. They got along really well, apart from little differences but that didn't matter. They were always together.

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Lydia's POV

Stiles slept for a few more hours and woke up after the sun went down. He was still tired so we dropped him home, put him to bed and then went to our own homes. I spent the entire night, thinking about things- people- I never thought I'd think about.

Stiles.

I couldn't get him out of my head. The image of him struggling in the straps, crying, begging, so weak, so fragile. And then, all of a sudden, he was so... Chaotic. Demonic and revengeful. It scared me. All of it. Seeing a Stiles, so frightened. Then seeing a new Stiles, so full of hate and misery. And in the matter of seconds.

I was in his head. I saw what he went through, the memories. I felt what he felt. And I couldn't help but feel so helpless inside. Like a creature of bad luck, only walkinga round, living, to predict a person's death.

The next day, at school, I was at my locker going through my things when I heard and saw a figure lean against the lockers on the side. I looked to my right.

"Stiles." I pulled off a fake smile, still worried for him. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay, I guess." He sighed. He looked slightly pale again.

"What happened?" I asked, dropping my smile instantly.

"It's happening again." He whispered. Again?

"What is?"

"The insomnia, the weird dreams."

"I thought they were normal symptoms-"

"For my Dementia, yeah, I know but..." He sighed in frustration. "It wasn't happening as much as it is now." I looked into his tired eyes. "I'm going crazier by the minute."

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Stiles' POV

Looking into Lydia's eyes and her staring right back at me gave me an odd feeling inside. Like there was something I didn't know. She showed an expression of worry, but she wasn't this worried before. And that made me wonder.