Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Part 21

I had my head laying on Stiles' bed once again, staring up at him as he slept, his dad and Melissa talking just outside in the hallway, with me eavesdropping.
"It was the other day, I asked him some questions. Just some symptoms and, um...yeah..."
"It's okay. I think I, uh....I think I know what you're talking about." I saw Stiles open his eyes ever so slight, his eyes showing the smallest bit of fear. All I did was smile and link my hand with his when his eyes met mine.
"You're okay..." I whispered very quietly, just enough so he could hear me and slip back int slumber.

Scott and I stood with stiles in the MRI room, my hand linked with Stiles' yet again, it had become a normal thing, more comforting for both of us, while his dad and Melissa were talking to a doctor.
"I don't know how to pronounce this or if it's just a misspelling..."
"Miecyslaw." I stated, the doctor turning to me as I said the boys name. "But he prefers Stiles."
"Okay.." the doctor came over. "Stiles, just to warn you, you're going to hear a lot of noise during the MRI. It's due to pulses of electricity going through the metal coils inside the machine. Uh, if you want we can get you some earplug or headphones." Stiles shook his head, his thumb continuously running in a pattern over the back of my hand. Lines and taps. I took note of the pattern, finding it to be repetitive.
"Oh, no, no, I don't need anything."
"Hey." Stiles looked over to his dad. " we're just on the other side of that window. Okay?"
"Okay." The adults all left the room, leaving us three teenagers. "You know what they're looking for, right?" Scott gave a sort of nod, Stiles' tapping on my hand continuing, which I still found really odd. "It's called frontotemporal dementia. Areas of your brain start to shrink." Scott looked at his best friend. "It's what my mother had." Even his voice seemed a little off, like very, very, very, very slightly. "It's the only form of dementia that can hit teenagers. And there's no cure." I saw a plan formulate in Scott's mind.
"Stiles, if you have it, we'll do something. I'll do something."
"You're not biting him." I quietly stated, the two looked at me. "He doesn't need to be burdened with lycanthropy, Scott." He nodded in understanding and I let the two embrace, my hand slipping from Stiles' once the pattern was over once more, still tapping it out against my own leg with my other hand.
I went to follow Scott out of the room but Stiles stopped me, grabbing my free hand, that wasn't tapping, before gently pressing his lips to mine. Now that was strange. I sent him a confused smile but supportive before walking out of the room to join everyone else. Scott saw my confusion and also noticed the light tapping my hand was doing.
"Are you okay?" I nodded.
"There's something not right...something about this just isn't right..."
I sat outside in the hallway with Scott and, funnily enough, Derek.
"You know the stuff you said about chemo signals earlier?" Derek nodded. "It reminded me of the time you were teaching me to use anger to control the shift."
"I think you ended up teaching me more about that." A thought hit me.
"Derek?" He looked over to me. "Something's not right with Mis, is it?" The two slowly began to realise something and both shot to stand up and rush somewhere, I followed behind out of curiosity. "Derek!"
"He was protecting us from himself!"
We reached the roof and spread out to look for something, anything to show he was struggling not to do something.
"On the top!" I called out, hopping a little to see on the top of one of the cages on the roof. Scott stood on something and felt around the top, finding a bag and pulling it down. Out fell wires and cutters. Next we noticed the slightly grazed wire above us. "What was he doing...?" It wasn't long until the power box just sparked and exploded, sending the hospital into darkness. "Why can this never happen during the day? Always at night." I muttered with a sigh, throwing my hands into the air. Fighting against all urges, I ran back into the hospital and followed the route to the MRI room, finding no Stiles in there. "Where's Stiles?" The three in the room shared looks, silently telling me they didn't know. I rushed back into a corridor and rounded a few corners, again, before bumping into someone. I looked up and saw Stiles, but something was very off. "Who are you?"
"Stiles, you know I'm Stiles." I shook my head and took a step back.
"You are not Stiles." I took a few more steps back and just turned to head towards the exit.
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It had been days since anyone had seen Stiles and I had been with Derek looking for him, and thats how we ended up at Argents apartment, because one of his things had made its way into the loft, so Derek was all about confrontation, then we found some money in a big silver briefcase, then the FBI arrested the three of us on suspicion of murder, so now the three of us were cuffed to a bench in the Sheriff's station waiting to be dealt with. I sat next to Derek on his right, when panic broke out and one of the officers began to rush to unlock Chris' cuffs.
"What's happening?" The officer looked up to Allison's dad before continuing and hurrying off. Derek focussed on something. "What's happening?" He then turned around and looked into Stillinski's office before calling out to everyone...
"Get down!"...and pulling me to pretty much curl over myself as he leant over the top of myself and Chris leaning forwards to avoid the shattering glass and wood which expanded outwards as the bomb detonated. There was flying wood and glass everywhere, along with dust and debris. My ears were ringing as Derek slowly sat up and I followed. The cuffs had been broken off the bar and Chris carefully pulled me to stand up while my brother pulled himself up. Multiple officers had been sent to the floor, bloodied and possibly dying. Derek faltered a little and I noticed the many shards of glass in his bleeding back.
Chris mentioned Derek saving his life while I was still a little distorted, flinching again when I moved, glancing over my shoulder and finding shards of glass piercing my right side, the side Derek was unable to keep out of harms way. I propped myself up on a desk and saw other officers arrive, along with Stiles and Scott. The two caught my eyes just as I faltered and my hand slipped from the table, forcing me to fall to the floor, although sets of arms caught me and my arms were over two familiar people's shoulders and they hauled me out of the station towards the nearest ambulance. Once they sat me in the back of one, I pointed to the sky.
"It's getting dark." I could feel my body slowly start to heal when the boys and Kira started pulling out shards of glass. "The oni are gonna come, you need to take Stiles somewhere."

"You see the nogitsune feeds off chaos, strife and pain." I stared from behind Stiles as he twisted a sword in his best friend.
"Is that why you kissed me back at the hospital?" He stopped twisting and listened to me. "To cause a bit of chaos? Maybe some pain?" He turned around to face me. "I knew something wasn't right the moment Stiles walked into that MRI room." I tapped my fingers against my leg in the same pattern as before. "There was something off, there was something off the night we found him in a hospital room randomly stood there." I took a step forwards. "The night he went sleepwalking, something was off, I've never heard him that scared. I've never been that scared." I took another step. "You kissed me because you knew I liked Stiles, you knew it would do something to me, it'd confuse me, cause a bit of chaos in my head." I took another step. "It'd keep me away from him. You'd then be left with Scott as you caused people pain, letting Scott take it so then you could take it from him."
"You said you knew something was off about Stiles, how'd you know?"
"He's been more affectionate lately, it's not right. He's affectionate to Lydia, not me." He caught on about me tapping my leg, nodding to it.
"What are you doing?"
"It's something Stiles was tapping on my hand not long ago, it kept repeating and I thought it seemed familiar." I had distracted him enough that Deaton had managed to puncture his neck with a needle and inject a sedative. Next Deaton pulled the sword out of Scott, Scott looking over to me.
"What was all that about?" I shrugged with a smile.
"I'll tell you later." He nodded.