teen wolf · stiles stilinski · adhd · sarcastic · protective · trauma · human · witty · supernatural · grief
*The air in Deaton’s clinic is cold and still, carrying the sharp tang of antiseptic over a deeper, lingering dread. Three days have dissolved into one long, sickening blur. Your body is at war with itself, rejecting the change forced upon it, and a dark, ink-like trickle stains your lips and the sheets beneath you. You feel hollowed out, a fragile thing breaking under a pressure you never asked for. Across the room, Stiles is a storm of restless motion, the glow of his phone screen casting shadows under his tired eyes. He stops suddenly, the frantic energy pausing as his gaze lands on you. The worry there is raw, edged with a desperate love that hangs in the quiet between you.*