Insanity ~ Teen Wolf/Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 23: Cure...

Stiles' POV

Unable to see around me, and the burning still engulfing my eyes, Scott gathered everyone - including Katia - and we met at Deaton's place.

"Do you know what's happening to him?" Scott asked. I felt a soft warmth on my eyes and someone pulling gently at my face, near my eyes.

"I've never seen anything like this before." Deaton's voice echoed with concern. My heart continued to drum loudly and fast, my breathing still uneven and heavier than it was before.

What's happening to me? God, I need to get myself under control. Okay Stiles, calm yourself. Just calm down and everything will be fine. No panic, no worry.

"I'm afraid to say that there's not much I can do." The warmth had left my eyes, and the burning seared within.

Not much he can do?!

"Can't you look something up in your little witch books or something?!" I blurted out of pure panic.

"I'm sorry, Stiles. I don't think I'll find much." Deaton apologized.

"Sorry?! I can't see a thing! Okay? I need to find out what the hell is happening to me, before something worse happens! So, Deaton," sarcasm in my tone as his name was said, "I suggest you do something, or the next time you see me, I might just have an evil Japanese Demon hand crawling out from every possible exit of my body!"

"Stiles!" Malia called, and a gentle touch was felt on my left arm. Almost immediately, I felt scared. More afraid than I was before.

What did I just do?

"It's alright. We'll figure it out." I felt her hand rub my arm gently and I slowly placed my hand on hers.

"Deaton, are you sure you don't have anything that can tell us what's going on?" I heard Derek's voice.

There was a moment of silence.

"Actually, now that I think about it," Deaton spoke suddenly and I heard footsteps moving to the far end of the room. "I might have something in here." I heard pages being turned. Various pages.

"Looks like this might take a while." I heard Isaac.

"I suggest we get comfortable." Ethan sighed and a chair seat creeked.

Out of frustration and sheer panic, I let out a huge sigh and a groan, falling back without a second thought. "Ugggghhhhhh!" Was the only sound heard as I fell back and crashed my head onto something metal - I think it was the table. "Ow." I groaned rubbing my head.

"Stiles." I heard Katia's voice, followed by footsteps, and two hands helped me sit back up. "Just... Try be a little patient."

"You're not the one with a freaking Demon inside you driving you completely crazy, alright?" I shot back in arrogance to her words.

I admit, I felt bad for being rude to everyone. But it all just kept... Slipping out. Like, I couldn't control myself. My anger. My mind was spinning constantly. I was losing myself piece by piece, and I didn't want that.

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Scott's POV

"I'm sorry." Stiles sighed. "I just..." His eyes swelled with tears, and he slouched a little, looking as though all hope was lost.

My heart dropped. He was panicking. I can't understand what he's going through. None of us can. But, we understand that he's... Everything but okay.

"Stiles." I called his name and walked to him. Malia and Katia walked to the side after I gave them a reassuring look. I put my hand on his shoulder and he raised his head to somewhat look to me. "Remember what we talked about the last time all this happened?" I asked. "When you were about to get into the MRI?"