Attacks are possibly the few worst feeling in the world. It could be a heart attack, an anxiety attack, or even a panic attack.
Very few people haven't experienced the case of either attacks and some don't know how to cope with dealing with it. There are many techniques and exercises to calm a person down during an attack; some are successful others are not.
But it is always helpful to know some techniques to help yourself or others who are in the situation. It's important to be aware of the signs and do your best to help in any way possible. It is also important to remember each attack is different and reacts differently to the person.
Scott immediately realizes something was happening to Stiles as he started fumbling over his words and he could smell the hormones everywhere. Stiles was having a panic attack. Looking to the teacher for permission he rushed to Stiles and led him out of the classroom.
"This is just a dream..." Stiles mumbles over an over as his heart rate picked up. He eye sight was going blurry and he mostly heard his own heart beat. Scott then asked what he can do to help. The. He asked Stiles to look at him as he was ready to count his fingers. Focusing on the fingers, together they counted until ten.
His heart slowing down he looked up but instead of Scott he saw Sweet Pea. He shook his head backing further into the locker room. "No! Get away! It's not real... You're not sweet pea..." Scott followed Stiles cautiously telling him it's okay, "Stiles, it's me Scott. It's Scott!" But Stiles wasn't listening as he crawled away his breathing getting labored.
Scott immediately held Stiles as he forced him to look at Scott. "Stiles it's Scott. It's me, it's me." Stiles visions begins to clear up as the face of Sweet Pea disappeared and Scott was looking at him. Stiles tries to take a deep breath but he couldn't. His heart was still beating wildly and his breathing didn't improve. He realized his freak out earlier triggered a panic attack.
Stiles looks to Scott with panic in his eyes as his breathing was more short and panicked. Scott noticed his breathing wasn't getting better. He looked to Stiles in question as the latter leaned against the locker trying to calm down. "Pan-pa-panic ah-ah" Stiles tries to say but couldn't as his palms was getting sweaty and his mind was going fuzzy.
Scott knew what he was trying to say as he looked around for something to help. He didn't know much about panic attacks except for the stories his mom told him about. He remembers his mom telling him that they needed to hold their breath. But how was he going to do that?
He looked to Stiles was getting worse and was trying to calm his breathing. He needed to do something and fast. Without hesitation, he grabbed Stiles and placed his lips on his. Stiles heart froze and he didn't move as he felt Scott's lips on his. He help his breath as eyes widen. Pulling away Scott looked at Stiles who looked at him with a surprised look. Scott's listened in his friends heart and sighs in relief when it was going back to normal. Sitting on the floor in front of Stiles he looked to the boy chuckling at his reaction.
"Don't... Whatever that was... Don't..." Stiles spoke not knowing how to feel. He knew Scott only did that to stop the panic attack but it didn't help but feel weird. It was like kissing your brother and Stiles shudders at the thought.
"What, I'm that bad of a kisser?" Scott jokes, trying to ease the awkward tension a bit. Succeeding Stiles snorts, saying something along the line of Scott not being his type. Scott smirks when he looked Stiles in the eyes, "Sorry I don't have a neck tattoo and black hair." Stiles nearly choked as he looked at an amused Scott. Kicking his leg he leaned back rubbing his face in embarrassment.
They sat in silence as if trying to recover from the events of the past ten minutes. "Why is everyone's first reaction to a panic attack is kissing? First Lydia then yo-"
"-wait, Lydia kissed you?" Scott spoke, this was the first time he heard of that news. He was surprised Stiles hasn't come running to him the second it happened. But the picture of Sweet Pea floats through his mind and he understands why Stiles wasn't making a big deal of it. "uh, yeah she did..." Stiles trailed off not knowing how to feel about it. He actually hasn't dwelled on the fact the girl he liked for long actually kissed him. But as fleeting as the thought came so did the memory.
"What's the hell is happening to me?" Stiles asked aloud, Scott looked to him. "You're going to be okay," Scott reassured him but Stiles looked at him in disbelief.
"Am I? Are you? Scott you can't transform. Allison is being haunted by her dead aunt and Sweet Pea. I'm hallucinating Sweet Pea everywhere! I'm straight up losing my mind. We can't do this. We can't... We can't help Malia. We can't help anyone. We can't ask anyone for help otherwise they'll end up like Sweet Pea."
Scott slid closer to Stiles as he told him that can try. "We can always try."
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Peter and Derek look to the door in anticipation. After the gun fires and fight they heard above them, they wanted to know who was coming. The door opened and immediately the guy guarding the door was knocked out.
It was a women with black hair and once she turned around they noticed the visible claw marks across her neck. "You're the girl who saved Issac." Derek spoke as the lady corrected him before she goes to unlock locks and take off the chains. "Someone hired me to rescue Derek, you, I'm fine leaving here for dead." Peter makes a face asking Derek how he got that reputation. Before the women unlocks him too. Immediately Peter dove to the floor picking up his finger and held it closely.
"We're not leaving without it," Derek states as he looks the women and Peter. The hired mercenary asked what it was before following the wolves out of the room.
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Allison walks into the office and goes to a big black case. Once she opened it texted Scott she got the weapon as Scott read the message.
Scott, Stiles and Issac were at the vet waiting for Deaton to come back with tranquilizer. Deaton explained that he only had three before Scott tells him Allison was a perfect shot.
Stiles sighs annoyed at Issac for once again making negative comments. "Do you have like a scarf fetish or something?" Stiles snaps as he motions to the black material wrapped around his neck. No matter the weather, Issac was seen wearing the material. "As much as neck tattoos are yours, Stiles." Issac bites back before Stiles moves to attack the curly blonde. Scott immediately wrapped his arms around Stiles telling both of them to knock it off.
"How do we get a coyote to turn back into a girl who hasn't been a girl for eight years?" Issac asked as the four glance at each other. Scott immediately volunteers as Stiles looked to him in disbelief. Scott looked to Stiles explaining what happened the night at the school and at the distillery. If Derek and Ducalion can do it, so can he, right?
"We need a real alpha," Stiles spoke aloud but stood up when he noticed the offended look on Scott's face. Stiles goes to explain what he meant. "You know what mean, an Alpha who can do Alpha things. You know, an Alpha who can get it going. You know, get it.."
"Up?" Stiles glared at Issac, already knowing the double meaning to the word. Scott who didn't catch onto the double meaning, "Great. I'm an Alpha with performance issues."
"You realize if someone heard the conversation without context, this is basically a sex talk." Sweet Pea's voice rung through his head.
Stiles coughed and cleared his throat hiding his laugh. But he couldn't hide the small smile that played on his lips. Scott and everyone else in the room look at Stiles in question. Shaking his head, he bit his lip to his the smile. It was times like this he was glad he (probably) losing his mind, because it meant Sweet Pea would be there making inappropriate comments and insults.
Deaton was the first to bring the attention back to the topic at hand. They begin to list off the possible names of Alphas or former Alphas who could help. "No one heard from them for weeks."
Stiles took out his phone looking for Lydia's name, "Well actually that's, uh, not totally true."
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Allison was with Issac getting the tranquilizer bullets ready. They were discussing how hone in on Malia. Shamefully Issac admitted to what smell he tracking Malia with: pee. Allison suppressed a laugh as she cleared her throat. She told her head sideways as she wondered aloud. "You know what Sweet Pea would've said to that?" Issac stops as looked to Allison cautiously. He knew like Stiles, Allison took it hard on his death. But continued with the conversation as he saw Allison smile fondly.
"What would he say?"
"He would say 'rely on poodle to sniff out a girl with their pee.' or something like that." Issac furrowed his brows in amusement. He lets out a breathless chuckle nodding along. It would be something Sweet Pea would say. But looked down to finger and to Allison as he asked the I e thing he wanted to ask Sweet Pea. And hopefully Allison would have the answer. "Why do you think Sweet Pea referred us guys to dogs and not you or Lydia?" Allison stopped what she was doing as she pursued her lips I thought.
She smirks as she looked at Issac, "Maybe because men are dogs and women aren't." Issac laughs silently nodding as he gave her the credit. "If so, what do you think Sweet Pea would be? Like, what kind of dog?" Allison hums in thought as she turned around to grab more stuff. She glanced around the room as she smiled when a dog breed came into mind. She couldn't help but smile as she spoke, "honestly I think he would be a Rottweiler." Issac raised his brows in surprise and in question.
He tapped his chin thinking about it, "it would make sense, Rottweilers are scary. No wonder-"
Allison cuts him off, "-No. Rottweiler because they look scary and intimidating but they are just real sweethearts." Issac scoffs as he shook his head. There was no way Sweet Pea had a sweet side, despite his name, Sweet Pea was a scary guy inside and out. He made thoughts vocal as Allison shook her head. "Sweet Pea does have a sweet side. You just can't see it."
Issac watched Allison play with one of the darts as asked slowly, "And you have? Seen his sweet side?" Allison looks to him and looked down. She may not have seen it exactly but she knows it was there. Sweet Pea just his his sweet side behind insults and sarcastic comments. But Allison saw last it and if she thought about it more, she did see a sweet side of him. "Sort of. But I do know he has one, he just- he just didn't live long enough to show it..." She trails off as a frown found its way on her face. Issac saw the mood change and wanted to go comfort her but he didn't know how.
"You okay?" He asked as he saw Allison's hand shake when she held the liquid the syringe. Allison looks up briefly before she dropped the small container. She sighs as she dropped down picking it up, as she got up she noticed she wasn't in the office room. She was actually in the mortuary, the same one she saw her aunt crawl out of and chase her down.
Her heart rate picked up as her senses spiked up, he turned around the room slowly. There in the middle of the room was body and it covered by a white sheet. Walking up to she she slowly gripped the top of the sheet and brought it down. She was expecting it to be her aunt or sweet pea but to her surprise it was herself.
In a blink of an eye she on the table with bunch of doctors in scrubs surrounding her. She heard the heart monitor beeping steadily as the glanced around. "M.E. marked the cause of death by animal attack but the authorities are waiting for confirmation by autopsy."
The voice sounded familiar as she looks to the lady who was talking. She couldn't really see the face as it covered by the face mask. "Personally, I think it might have been something a little stranger." The lady doctor removed their mask and it revealed Kate Argent. There Allison watched as Kate pulled out the still beating heart and toss it aside, "the rest of the organs are still good though." She turned to the tall person in scrubs nodding. Slowly the person removed the mask it was Sweet Pea. Allison could feel the tears sliding down her face as she saw Sweet Pea open his mouth revealing a pair of canines. He growled like a werewolf and do did the rest of the doctors. They were all sporting the teeth of werewolves and they all growl before attacking her organs, Kate Argent included.
"Allison!"
The said girl was pulled back into reality when someone called her name. She saw Issac against the wall with his hands up in a defense stance. She gasps when she felt herself holding the gun and aiming it the werewolf. "Oh, my God! I'm so sorry." She says, putting the gun down on the table. Issac watched her cautiously as he stepped closer. "I'm... I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was doing. I'm sorry." She raised her hands before turning around, feeling guilty.
"Better than ring daggers, I guess." Issac tries to joke but Allison didn't pay attention. She just kept questioning herself and her capabilities to help her friends. Issac got closer, gently grabbed her shaking hands. He looked her in the eyes, "let me help you."
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"A jogger running and almost stepped onto this. Mind telling me how many are out there?" Sheriff Stilinski asked as calmly as he could. He felt the pain Mr. Tate was feeling when it comes to losing someone you loved. But he knew the grieving man was taking it a little too far and it was costing everyone's safety. He saw the gaze the man look behind him and he followed it. He stops when he saw multiple of empty boxes of traps. Sighing he mumbles about the safety of the kids.
"My kid died." Mr. Tate spoke when he heard the words the sheriff was mumbling. He faced the man telling him that them two are unlocking the traps one by one even if it takes all night. He couldn't risk anyone else getting hurt. Especially when he knows his son and his friends were out there trying to save Malia.
But the man didn't listen when noticed the screen door was ripped open. He goes to grab a gun and glanced at the sheriff, who reluctantly pulled out his own. They look around the house but last minute he saw Mr. Tate rush out outside. Noah Stilinski called after the man but when he reached outside he heard a gunshot. The gunshot echoing throughout the forest.