Stiles Stilinski Imagines

My Addiction

Requested by: @solvesborg
I'm so sorry this took so long! I haven't had motivation lately to do much

Stiles rubs his hand up and down my arm, calming me. I'm having such a hard time keeping my eyes open.

"Stiles, we're supposed to be studying." I mutter, laying my head on his chest.

"I know, but you've seem stressed lately. I think you may need a nap." I feel his chest rumble and I let out a small laugh.

"I'm sorry I haven't talked to you about it." I sit up and look at my cane resting on the wall in front of his bed.

I got in an accident a couple years ago and my leg still hasn't healed, making it painful to walk. I take painkillers to help with the pain and a cane to help me walk. Sometimes, I feels like it's no use.

I feel Stiles move beside me.

"All I know is that you're distancing yourself." He says quietly.

I look at our intertwined hands. "I think I should tell you why."

Stiles and I have been together for months and I think I love him but I truly don't know. I've never been in a real relationship and I don't do well with trusting people but I know I will try to do so with him.

I try standing up, wincing as I do so. Stiles quickly gets up and hands me my cane. I give him a grateful look as I walk to my backpack. I pull out the painkillers. I slowly turn back towards him. His eyes look at the bottle, confused.

"I don't understand. Medicine is why? I can tell you're in pain, y/n." He comes to me and I back up slightly.

I shake my head. "Painkillers. The doctors stopped prescribing them to me months ago." I glance towards the floor.

"Oh." He furies his eyebrows. "Then where do you get them from?"

"Some guy I met named Dallas."

"Wait-" Stiles forces me to look into his eyes. "You're telling me you didn't know the guy??"

I shake my head again and he flings his arms around.

"You can't do that! You don't know what's in those! They can really hurt you, y/n!" He runs his hands through his hair.

"I know! This is why I wanted to tell you!" I take a breath. "I can't deal with needing this all the time. Yes, they help with the pain but I think it's at the point where it's more than that." I whisper the last part.

He gives me a soft look. "Did you tell your doctors you're still in pain?"

I nod. "They said it should be healed and I should be fine. But I'm not." I blink back tears. "I need help, Stiles. I hate feeling like this."

He pulls me into his arms and rubs my back as I sob into his shirt. "I know. I hate seeing you in pain. We'll figure something out, I promise."