Something's Gotta Give (Fox At Heart Sequel)

A Plea For Help

He knew where his Dad would have gone to get a movie. It was like everything was a blur.

Before he could think properly he was at the shop, there were people still running out, terrified.

Stiles ran into the shop, not thinking about what he'd see inside. 

Nothing would have prepared him from what he saw. 

His Dad on the floor, bleeding.

It was easy to understand what had happened.

Money scattered around the floor, the burglar had already left.

There was so much blood!

A bullet wound to the chest.

The cops, apart from his Dad were not here yet.

It was just him.

Stiles however didn't care about any of that.

He ran to his Dads side.

"C-can you hear me? Dad!" He shouted.

His Father gave no response, he was still breathing but it was laboured. Stiles could hear how slow his Fathers heart was. 

"Dad! Please! Please! Say something!" He cried out. He shoved his hand onto the wound, trying to stop the flow of blood. 

Yet the bleeding didn't seem to stop.

There was no response.

"Please! Please!"

Just show me you're still alive!

Show me that you can make it!

"Dad!" He howled.

Nothing.  

Stiles panicked thoughts went crazy.

His vision was blurring.

Everything started to hurt.

No, no, no, he tried to reassure himself, Dad's still fine!

His still breathing!

His still...

His still...

It became hard to form a coherent thought.

He was heaving, pure panic and fear engulfing him. 

It also felt like someone had set his skin alight.

Stiles wasn't aware that his cries and whimpers of panic had turned into snarls and growls.

His eyes were practically glowing.

Everything just seemed to disappear apart from his own despair as he stared down at the bleeding wound and his own claws trying to stop the bleeding.

Wait...

Claws?!

Suddenly why he was in so much physical pain made horrifying sense.

He was loosing control.

The realisation made him almost throw up in pure terror at what was happening.

He couldn't lose control over himself while his Dad was like this?!

A tiny part of him couldn't help but think how can you make it worse if his already-

No!

He wasn't dead!

Don't think that!

Stiles got out his phone, his hands trembling. 

The only thing that was holding him on to sanity was the fact he could see his Dad was still breathing.

In and out.

In and out.

Just-just focus on that Stiles! He told himself.

Just focus on that.

For a moment his finger hovered over two names before pressing down then pressing speaker.

"Stiles?"

Stiles took a moment to try and regain his breath, unable to talk due to panic.

"Stiles, what's wrong?!"

The voice became very worried after only being able to hear Stiles panicked breathing on the other end.

"M-my Dad" He chocked out.

He shut his eyes, trying to get a hold of himself but he literally could feel his sanity slipping.

"I'm l-loosing control" Stiles gasped out.

He spluttered out the name of the shop he was at.

A couple of tears ran down his face in frustration, agony and hopelessness at his situation.

"Please, help, Scott"

The phone came crushing down to the floor.