New Girl // Stiles Stilinski [1]

Chapter 28: The Truth

"Excuse me," I mumble as I dart out of the classroom and to the bathroom.

I push back the stall and fall to my knees, throwing up the blood I had just consumed minutes ago. 

I flushed the toilet and cleaned up any blood that got on the floor. I stood up slowly and walked over to the mirror. I looked at my reflection once again.

Still the same, but my shirt has blood on it.

I can get my track clothes out of my locker and change into that.

I walked out of the bathroom and looked back and forth to see if anyone were in the halls.

I heard a noise come from behind me and I whipped around to see Scott and Stiles rush out of Mr. Yukimura's classroom.

"Oh my gosh," I whispered and ran towards them.

I noticed Stiles struggling to stand up so I wrapped his other arm around me and pulled both of them into the boys bathroom.

Stiles stumbles in, falling against the door before leaning against the sink.

"Hey, Stiles, look at me," I order and he barely glances at me.

"Is this a panic attack?" Scott exclaims and Stiles ignores him, his eyes darting around the room.

I look over at Scott and nod.

"What do we do for this?" Scott exclaims.

"I-I don't know!" I cry out. " Last time I kissed him so he'd hold his breath! And I don't know if that would work again..." I ran my fingers through my hair.

"It's a dream," Stiles murmurs to himself, looking into the mirror. "This is a dream. This is just a dream."

"No it's not," I say shakily. "This is real. You're here."

Scott nods. "You're here with Brianna and I. Okay, um what do you do? I mean, how do you tell if you're in a dream or awake?"

"Fingers," Stiles chokes out to us, gasping for air. "You count your fingers. You have extra fingers in dreams."

I glance at Scott nervously, unsure of what we should do.

My mind then races to the night I hospital when I had a panic attack after I saw my dad's body. Nurse McCall helped me control my breathing with counting her fingers.

Maybe I could do the same with Stiles and also convince him this is reality when I only have ten fingers.

I glance at my hands, holding them up so Stiles can look at my fingers.

"How many do I have?" I ask him, watching as he gasps and chokes for air.

"Stiles! Count with me," I snap at him, trying to gain his attention. His face shows fear and pain, but he's still not looking at my hands.

"Stiles, look at my hands," I tell him, trying not to freak out and stay calm for him. I can't stand seeing him like this.

I hold up one finger, waiting for him to say the number.

"One," I say, starting it for him as I lift a second finger.

"Two," he says in between gasps, sucking in another breath of air.

I lift a third finger as he doubles over, not looking. "Keep going!"

He glances at my hand, sweat dotting his hairline. "Three," gasp "Four," he continues.

"Five," I say, lifting the last finger on my hand before starting with the next.

"Six," Stiles gasps as I raise another. "Seven."