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CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR:
scott was asleep in his bed when he heard his phone vibrating and he answered it, putting the phone up to his ear.
"hey, man. what's up?" scott said.
scott didn't hear anything but static and loud, shaky breathing.
"stiles? stiles? you there?" scott asked.
"scott?" stiles said in a scared voice and he could tell he was crying.
"hey, yeah, i'm here. are you okay? can you hear me?" scott asked him.
"scott, i don't... i don't know where i am. i don't know how i got here. i think i was sleepwalking." stiles said.
"okay, um, can you see anything? just tell me what you see." scott told him.
"ah, it's dark. it's hard to see. i think there's something wrong with my-" stiles began but the line cut off.
he immediately went to call him back but he didn't answer he called back again and still no answer.
stiles started calling him and he answered right away.
"stiles?" scott said.
"scott, i don't think i can get out of here. i can't move." stiles told her.
"where are you?" scott asked him.
"i don't know. i don't know, it's too dark. i can't see much and something's wrong with my leg. it's stuck on something. and it's... i think it's bleeding." stiles said.
"how bad? stiles, how bad is it? stiles, are you there? can you hear me?" scott asked in a panic.
"ah, there's some kind of smell down here. something smells terrible. it's brutal my eyes are watering." stiles said.
"okay, listen. i'm calling your dad." scott said.
"wait, no, no, no, no, don't." stiles replied.
"but your dad-" scott went to say but got cut off.
"don't. just please don't call him. promise me you won't. he already worried about me too much. scott, please." stiles said.
"but what if i can't find you. stiles, i can't make a promise like that." scott told him.
"no, no, no, just please. please, don't call him. come find me. you can do it. he doesn't have to know. scott, you can find me." stiles said.
