𝑻𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 Rough Draft

Season 3b Episode 17 Part 3

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"Dr. Gardner's not back until next week..."

Stiles takes a step back in despair. That was his last hope.

"Do you want to try waiting for one of the urgent care doctors, or..." Melissa looks up from the computer and immediately realizes that Stiles was not okay, "Stiles? Are you all right?"

Stiles takes in a deep breathe anxiously, "I don't know... I guess... I guess not really?"

Melissa nods and stands from her chair, immediately guiding Stiles to an empty patient room, "All right, kiddo, all right. Come with me. It's okay."

Stiles sits on the bed explaining what he had been going through for the past few days as Melissa writes everything on a clipboard.

"Blackouts... But not for that long. And sleepwalking, which I used to do a lot as a kid... Um, I'm also having some really bad anxiety..."

Melissa's head snaps up as she looks at Stiles in wonder, "Panic attacks?"

Stiles nods nervously, "Yeah, a couple... Oh, and I temporarily lost the ability to read. But, that might have had more to do with this giant magic tree and the whole human sacrifice thing..."

Melissa smiles sadly, "I remember something vaguely about that, yes."

She writes something down before moving onto the next question.

"How many hours of sleep are you getting?"

"Eight." He nods firmly with a straight answer.

Raising an eyebrow in shock Melissa asks, "A night?"

"In the last three days..." Looking down at his shaky hands, he counts his fingers hoping this was real, "Yeah, definitely eight."

"Been feeling irritable?"

Stiles shrugs, "Yeah... possibly to the point of homicide..."

"Inability to focus?"

"No, the Adderall's not working."

"Impulsive behavior?"

Stiles glances up at Melissa and frowns, "More than my usual? Hard to tell."

Nodding she continues, "Vivid dreams during the day?"

"Okay, basically all of the above. Do you know what this is?"

Sighing, Melissa puts her clipboard on the table and turns back to Stiles while pulling out a needle and a small bottle, "I think so."

Stiles eyes the needle nervously, "Uh, what's that?"

"Do you trust me?"

"When you're not holding a needle..." Stiles chuckles anxiously as Melissa grins.

"It's midazolam-- a sedative." She explains as she inserts the needle into his arm.

"Why'd you give me a sedative?"

Melissa throws away her gloves and the bottle and needle, "Because you, Stiles, are one profoundly sleep-deprived young man. You need rest, and you need it now."

Then she helps Stiles to lay on the bed while covering him up under the blankets.

"Lie down."

"Okay, how long's it take to-" Stiles begins to say but then feels himself become less conscious as everything around him begins to look blurry, "Oh... Not long at all..."

"Get some rest." Melissa smiles as she runs her hand over his head.

Stiles nods with a drowsy smile, "Thanks, Mom..."