Monsters | Stiles Stilinski

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓

   I MANAGED TO SCRAPE THROUGH with a sprained wrist, a mild concussion and a small cut on my forehead. At the hospital post traumatic stress disorder was brought up by the doctor who had overseen my care but not much was discussed of it. He warned me of the possibility of me suffering from it but he also said there wouldn't be much he could do for me. Stiles and I weren't sure if I would fall victim to it or not and I hoped I didn't — it was still too early to tell but I was jumping out of my skin with every little noise. I woke Stiles up three times last night from my nightmares.

My dad had arrived to the hospital just as I was about to leave — after spending two hours there — and he demanded to know why I wasn't under the care of Dr. Axel. The way he went on was embarrassing, why Dr. Axel had to see me every time I walked into the hospital I didn't know but as it turned out he wasn't even on shift that night. My dad's response? He should've been called in.

I rolled my eyes and left, Stiles following me as we walked to his dad's car and climbed in to go back to his house. I left my dad to his bitching without even saying goodbye to him. It took him two hours to get to the hospital in the first place so clearly he wasn't that worried about me otherwise he'd of been there from the start.

When Stiles and I got to school the following day we barley shared two words and we hadn't since we woke up. I wasn't in the mood to talk, I wasn't in the right headspace and to be honest I was even more exhausted now than what I was before I went to sleep last night.

But that wasn't the only reason Stiles and I weren't talking.

We'd woken up together again in the exact same position we had a few weeks prior. This time I didn't have time to move before he woke up and noticed because he was the first one awake.. and he fell out of his bed when he saw that I had been lying on his chest. After we woke up from my third nightmare he held me in his embrace in an attempt to calm me back to sleep, turning his lamp on and leaving it on for me because I was too afraid to lay in complete darkness.

So while I wasn't in the right mind to uphold a conversation with Stiles it was slightly awkward between us also.

I didn't want to come to school today but I somehow convinced myself to come in. When I realised what my first lesson was however I just wanted to walk back out and go home. Chemistry with Harris was at the bottom of my list of places I wanted to be right now, just above the video store and the Hale house which tied for the bottom spot.

The class was almost full when Stiles and I arrived and the both of us took our seats without saying a word to each other. I dropped my bag to the floor and tucked the hair that had fallen out of my low, messy bun behind my ears.

"Hey." Isaac greeted me, his voice was chirpy and I turned to meet his gaze and forced a smile in greeting.

He looked to my arms leaning on the table and saw the wrist brace I was wearing on my left wrist. His brows furrowed and he gestured to it with his pen, "Everything all right?"

I sighed, "Did you hear about the body found at the video store by those two teenagers last night?" I asked him curiously.

Isaac nodded, "Yeah, it's all everyone's talking about. Jackson was there wasn't he?"

"Jackson and I, unfortunately."

"Really?" Isaac asked me quietly, careful not to talk too loud to gather anyone's interest, his eyes wide. He forced himself to close his open mouth and he then cleared his throat to cover his shock, "Wow, are you—um, are you okay?"

I nodded before answering simply, "Will be."

The second bell rang signalling the start of the lesson and Harris didn't wait before he put his chalk down and and turned to face the class, "Just a friendly reminder parent-teacher conferences are tonight. Students below a 'C' average are required to attend. I won't name you because the shame and self-disgust should be more than enough punishment." He said.