gratefull, philly

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Stiles pov

When I got in the car we didn't say anything nor did I look at him I was just staring out the window waiting for the beacon hills sign to pass

It felt awkward and wrong but comfortable and right at the same time it was like my mind was in constant battle of staying here with my dad, Derek and the pack but the other half was saying 'explore the world, live!'

My heart wanted to stay but I knew I had to leave, leave Derek, my dad, Scott, the pack, EVERYTHING.

Just for the sake of a good life

Once we passed the sign I wanted to say something, thank you for taking me, a broken teenager in for 1 year(the rest of his life)

"Hey Phill?"

"Yeah stiles?"

He answered after a second of confusion

"Thank you, I mean for letting me stay with you"

I mean what else was I supposed to say, hey man thanks for letting me a dying person put my stuff in one of your guest rooms while I go explore the world and maybe I'll even sleep there once

"Don't worry, uhmm.... Your father explained... Everything"

"Everything?"

"The... Cancer, nogitsune, supernatural, the pack, your mental health, I mean everything"

"Wow, how long were you guys talking?"

"Well three hours I was surprised when I saw you still sitting in the same spot as when I opened the door"

"I hadn't noticed it had been that long"

Damn i was already dissociated 3 hours, it felt like minutes

"But still thank you"

"You're always welcome"

............

Well I must have fallen asleep in the car cause when I woke I was in what I think is the guest room that Phill had for me

My bags were in the corner, I sat up on the bed trying to calculate if I was going to pass out when I stood up

When I gathered some confidence I stood up It was a wably stand at first but I could walk

I open the door to be greeted with a nice looking penthouse, I walked around for a while when I stumbled upon a note on the kitchen counter

I see you woke up
there is food in the fridge
But I'm afraid I won't be home
Tonight
Work is a real pain in the ass

-philly

I love how he wrote philly at the bottom because that's what I used to call him when I was younger

I open the fridge to find lots of food that I didn't have appetite for, I don't have appetite for anything so I closed it again

I walked back to my room and started to put everything in place, slowly so I wouldn't pass out though

After I was semi finished I started to feel a tingely sensation in my body wich was another sign for ' YOU ARE ABOUT TO PASS OUT!!'

I tried gathering myself and going to the bed but I was half way when I gave up and just bent down to lay on the ground

It wasn't long before I was consumed in darkness but at least I was safe on the ground

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Phill's pov

When we were driving in the car I was surprised when stiles talked to me, I mean John, my brother , told me he would probably be quiet and tired and would most likely immediately fall asleep

So when he said thank you I was taken aback, why is he saying thank you I hadn't done anything for him

I mean sure I was going to lend him a room but he's my nephew and dying, and he is still more caring about others then himself

I feel like i want to tell him that I work at shield and that I am friends with the avengers and maybe I'll even be able to let him meet them

I am almost a 100% sure that meeting the avengers is on his bucket list

It would be on mine too

When we arrived I noticed him sleeping against the window, he looked way more comfortable and in peace when he was asleep

It's hard to believe that the boy I have known since his birth is going to die, my little mischief, the boy I would die for is out of reach for me to help

When he was around the age of 10 he used to sleep a lot at my house because my brother was having problems dealing with his wife's death

He was such a good father but just couldn't care for his little son at that moment

We spend a lot of time watching star wars and reading comics, most times we had movie nights and he would always end up falling asleep on my lap

He had such a bright light but I can see it slowly fading away, he used to be SUPER hyperactive and had the best joke's

But after what my brother told me before we left I understand that his light is dying after all he's been through and all he's lost

I mean he's a 17 year old teenager who has lost his mother, lost his humanity, lost his sanity and was forced by an ancient spirit to kill people he loves


I see his anxiety and depression has only got worse and his sanity is the definition of dead

His heart has been broken and then put back together again only to be broken again and again and again....

I pick him and realize how light he is, I can feel his bones through his shirt And I can see his cheek bones are way more prominent

His sweater was rolled up a bit leaving his wrist visible, I almost dropped him from the shock

I walked faster into my house leaving the door open and not even caring if a person walked in

I almost ran up stairs with stiles in my hands and kicked the door open to his new room

I lay him softly down on the bed and rolled his sleeves up a bit more for it to be fully revealed

I ran my hand over it feeling the scars and new drawn lines, they're not deep enough for real damage but they're enough to know he's truly not okay

I put his sleeves back down and pull the covers over his limp body

I walk out and write a note for when he woke up saying I was going to work, after I was finished writing I put all his luggage in his room

I left closing the door behind me this time, I had to leave, do something else and get the stress of my mind

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Took me long enough to write this and I hope you all like it

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