ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ °Stiles Stilinski° Teen Wolf

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▪️Stiles▪️

I sit in group therapy and glancing awkwardly at Malia who punched me in the face this morning. "I want to go back to the topic of guilt today. It might surprise you to hear me say that guilt is a good thing," Miss Morrel says, she used to be the school guidance counselor. And a druid for the psychotic Alpha pack.

"It's a rather mature emotion." Malia and I share a look and Miss Morrel looks at her. "Malia, you said something about guilt the other day. You said it came with a visceral reaction."

"I said it made me feel sick to my stomach." Oliver coughs beside me and I glance at him. "Guilt often becomes physical. You feel it in your gut." I lean forward in my seat before turning around and see a patient talking to the nogitsune. He turns and "stares" at me. I quickly turn back around, clasping my hands together. It's not real. It's not real.

"It's not just psychological. How does guilt make you feel, Stiles?"

"I'm sorry, what?" I ask as I haven't really been paying much attention as I'm being haunted by the dark spirit possessing me. "Guilt. What does it make you feel?"

"Nervous," I say thinking about all the guilt inside me for everything I've done when the nogitsune was controlling me. "Like a sense of urgency? You feel an urgent need to make up for something you've done." I nod slightly as I think about Isaac, Scott, Melody, and Coach. All the people close to me that I hurt.

I look and see a bandaged hand clutching his leg. My heart starts beating faster as fear fills me. It's not real. It's not real! "Does anyone know what we call someone who doesn't experience guilt?"

"Sociopath," Oliver says and I bring my hand up to rub at the back of my neck. "That's right, Oliver." There's a moment of silence and I take my hand away from my neck. "I'm sorry everyone but we need to take a break." I look up and see Miss Morrel staring at me as she closes her binder and gets up.

"Come with me, Stiles. I'd like to talk to you for a minute." I stand up and follow her. She leads me to what looks like a doctor's office and asks me to lift up my shirt because she saw something during the meeting.

I lift up the back of my shirt, grabbing and holding it. "It's called a Lichtenberg figure. They appear on lightning strike victims." I let go of my shirt and turn back around to face her. "The fact that they're appearing on you after a shot of wolf lichen is both significant and strange."

"By significant and strange do you mean hopeful and optimistic?" I ask as she opens a medicine cabinet and pulls two bottles out. "When the marks fade, the nogitsune's grip over you will return." She closes the cabinet and comes over to me holding a bottle of pills out to me.

I take them and look down. "What are these? Sleeping pills?"

"Amphetamines. Sleeping is exactly what you don't want to do. You're vulnerable when you're asleep."

"So all I have to do is stay awake?"

"For now. If your friends haven't figured out something by the time those marks are gone, I'll come find you."

"To tell me what to do?"

"No, to give you an injection. Pancuronium bromide," she says holding up the other bottle filled with a clear liquid. "It causes respiratory paralysis."

"That sounds a lot like death."

"It's used for lethal injection, yes."

"So, when the nogitsune takes over, you're going to kill me?"

"I'm going to do what I've always done. Maintain the balance."

I sigh and shake my head. "Okay, then. I've missed our talks. Thanks for the illicit drugs," I say turning around and heading for the door. "Stiles," she says and I stop. "Stay awake." I dont respond and leave. I'm heading down the hallway leading toward the basement to try and see if I could get inside.