Amelia Martin ▹ Stilinski

38 • Making Connections ✓

Chapter 38: Making Connections

They say when you're unconscious that all of your subconscious thoughts come to light, that everything hiding in the shadows will worm its way forward into the more recognisable parts of your memory and give you a sense of deja-vu when you finally did find them. But that's in the case of normal circumstances.

The circumstances I have found myself into are slightly different, slightly less normal. Or a lot more than slightly, I suppose. See, I'm not finding any suppressed memories, am I even unconscious? All I feel is nothing. I just feel as if something from me is missing, whether that being the fact I'm awake or not, I don't like it.

Nor do I like the constant buzzing starting to resound throughout my head that's starting to make itself more known as I feel my forehead become slightly damp making me slightly irritable.

"Hey, you awake? Mia?"

Stiles.

It takes me a while but when I finally open my eyes I see that I'm laying on Stiles' bed with him next to me as he rests a wet washcloth on my forehead making me crinkle my nose and take it off, sitting up slightly despite his attempt at keeping me down.

"What... Why-,"

"You passed out," Stiles cut off my confusion, "Deaton said it might have something to do you being ill the other day- making your immune system weak or something."

"Doesn't explain why I'm in your bed.." I point out with a weak chuckle, laying back down and closing my eyes to stop the headache that's starting to build.

"Well can't exactly leave you in the vet's, can I?" He chuckled, wiping the washcloth over my forehead again much to my dismay. "Plus, it's your birthday in a couple hours.. can't be going home to Lydia's party planning with a head like yours."

I open one eye, "My birthday? I thought that was next month."

"Yeah it was, last month."

"Oh, he jokes." I chuckle before wincing at the throbbing pain in my head, "Why do I feel so terrible?"

Stiles opens his mouth to tell me why but hesitates, "Uh.. so Derek may have punched you in the face trying to wake you up."

Derek punched me in the face? Holy shit.

"Woah- Okay yeah that explains it.. That didn't work?" I ask him confused, "I swear that could wake up anyone with a punch like his.. I'm really feeling it now." I wince again.

"You were completely out cold, nothing was working. Didn't even wake up at Deaton's, but he was convinced you'd wake up so here you are."

"Think I could skip the party later?" I ask him hopefully, not really up for Lydia and all the drunk idiots who will be crawling around our house.

"I mean- yeah but you do need to go home, just lock yourself in your room for a bit maybe until its over." Stiles offered, sitting up with his back on the headboard and pulling me into his chest slightly.

"It's not even my birthday." I can't help but blurt out the obvious, this is the first year of me  celebrating a birthday knowing that it's not even actually my birthday. "I don't even know my actual birthday.."