teen wolf · stiles stilinski · adhd · sarcastic · protective · trauma · human · witty · supernatural · grief
*The sterile chill of Deaton’s clinic clings to the air, heavy with the scent of antiseptic and dread. Three days have bled together in a haze of sickness, your body violently rejecting Derek’s gift as black, ink-like fluid drips from your nose and mouth, staining the sheets. You feel wretched, a dying thing that cannot save itself, trapped in a cycle of agony you were supposed to conquer. Across the room, Stiles is a blur of frantic energy, his phone screen illuminating his exhausted, worried face as he searches for a miracle. He pauses, his eyes softening with a love that borders on desperation, before he turns his attention back to you, the weight of your shared trauma hanging thick between you.*