Unhinged ☾ TEEN WOLF {4}

Stiles

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"If that's Stiles, I'm gonna kill him..." I muttered, snuggling closer to Scott's neck. I'd been spending a few nights here when Scott's mom would work late. We spent a few nights in my room, but it seemed like there was always someone checking up on me there. It was comforting having him so close. For us to just be alone, together.

"I believe you." Scott sighed, reaching over to grab his phone from his night table.

"Hey, man, what's up?" Scott asked in a hazy voice.

There were a few seconds of silence before Scott lifted his head up. "Stiles? Stiles? You there?"

I lifted my head and squinted my eyes up at him. "Scott? Hey, I'm here...." Stiles finally whispered.

"Are you okay, can you hear me?" Scott asked, sitting up in the bed.

"Scott.... I don't - I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here. I think I was sleepwalking." Stiles says, his voice still low and frightened. I threw the covers off, immediately pulling on my shoes.

"Okay, um, can you see anything?" Scott asks, his arms flailing against his lamp till he found the light. "Just tell me what you see."

"Ah, it's dark. It's hard to see... I think there's something wrong with my-"

I finally finished tightening my laces, and walked over to Scott. "What happened?" I demanded.

"It disconnected-" Scott shook his head, his fingers trembling as he redialed. "Hey, Stiles-"

"This is Stiles and you missed me. Leave a message."

"Come on...." Scott exhaled deeply, redialing again.

"This is Stiles and you-"

"God, come on. Come on...." Scott groaned, his fingers gripping the phone tightly. "Stiles?"

"Scott...." I finally exhaled in relief, hearing his voice. "I don't think I can get out of here. I can't move."

"Where are you?" Scott demanded.

"I don't know...." Stiles whimpered. "I don't know - It's too dark. I can't see much and something's wrong with my leg. It's stuck on something. And it's... I think it's bleeding."

"How bad? Stiles, how bad is it?" Scott asked. "Stiles, are you there? Can you hear me?"

"Ah, there's something- some kind of smell down here. Something smells terrible. It's brutal. My eyes are watering."

"Okay, listen. I'm calling your dad." Scott said. I pulled out my phone, about to dial him when Stiles voice got a little louder.

"No, no, no, no, don't..." He begged.

"But your dad-"

"Don't. Just please don't call him - promise you won't. He already worries about me too much, Scott, please...."

"But what if I can't find you?" Scott asks. "Stiles, I can't make a promise like that."

"No, no, no, just please....." Stiles sniffled. "Please don't call him. Come find me. You can do it. He doesn't have to know. Scott, you can find me."

"I don't know if I can do this, man...." Scott shook his head, I could see water forming in his eyes.

"Oh, I gotta call you back. I have to turn the phone off." Stiles said panicked.