stiles shattered

Chapter 5

Stiles's POV

My body finally decided to wake up after what seems like hours after my mind and I could finally move, and control my own breathing. It took me a second to calm down after that but I was able to, I have had a lot of practice after all.

I then took in my surroundings and panicked after not realizing where I was. I was in a bed, in a room I didn't recognize. I immediately stood up, instantly regretting it as a wave of dizziness and ringing in my ears took over. I lay my hand on the nightstand next to the bed to try and steady myself, and after a few seconds, it went away. I then started walking towards the door, stopping only to see the photos laid out on the dresser. I didn't recognize the people for the most part, but one thing I did recognize. The triskelion. I must be in Derek's bedroom. Shit, he must have found me passed out in the forest or something.

I instinctively looked down at my wrists, hoping they had not been discovered. Much to my relief, the bandaids on my newer cuts seems to be what I put on earlier. Even though this was good news, I realised that there was almost no chance someone who has been a werewolf their entire life, and an alpha for most of it, didn't smell the blood, or even by accident ride my shirt up a little.

I prepared myself for what he might say, and started the trek into his kitchen.

Scott's POV

I felt bad for what I said to Malia earlier, even if it was true. Even though I knew Stiles could take care of himself and he most likely just got sick or something, I decided to text him anyways.

Scott: Yo, bro you ok? You left your backpack at school and Malia is getting worried.

I waited for a few minutes until I got a reply.

Stiles: Scott?

Ya man? I'm here.

It's Derek

Derek? Why do you have Stiles's phone?

Well I was going by the old house when I found your "best friend" passed out from a seemingly panic attack in the forest.

Jesus, is he ok now?

Considering he was nearly hypothermic and probably out there for hours and he hasn't woken up yet, I'd say no Scott.

Gods.

Where were you, by the way?

School, where else.

Well that's never stopped you two from running out TOGETHER.

Scott, you're his alpha, human or not. But more importantly, you're his best friend. I get everyone went through a lot, but he went through it all and he needs his best friend to help him get through it.

R u at the loft.

Yeah, where else.

I'm on my way.

I shoot the last text with my heart clenched. I can't believe I haven't been there for him. For my brother. I've been so terrible since Allison died, but I can't even begin to feel what he's feeling. When you felt yourself doing everything terrible, the guilt must weigh on your shoulders like tons of rocks.

I leave the school and get onto my motorcycle and head to Derek's loft, vowing to never let my brother feel so alone again. 

A/N-Again a really short and sort of filler chapter but next chapter will have the confrontation between Stiles and Derek.