[stiles' hearbeat steadies. his breathing comes more easily. he counts the fingers on both hands twice and comes up with the same answer both times.
this isn't a dream. allison isn't really here. he just had a panic attack in the school hallways. he's bleeding and hurt, and still silently crying, but he's not going crazy. he's here and this is real.
he makes a soft, broken sound and leans into the soothing touch. his dad tries, but every hug between them is awkward and an unspoken reminder of his mother and what they lost. nothing is ever this easy between them. he sways on his feet. closes his eyes and counts his breaths.]
Why did they stop? The-- the attacks? [how does he make them stop]
i love this so much i want to cry
this isn't a dream. allison isn't really here. he just had a panic attack in the school hallways. he's bleeding and hurt, and still silently crying, but he's not going crazy. he's here and this is real.
he makes a soft, broken sound and leans into the soothing touch. his dad tries, but every hug between them is awkward and an unspoken reminder of his mother and what they lost. nothing is ever this easy between them. he sways on his feet. closes his eyes and counts his breaths.]
Why did they stop? The-- the attacks? [how does he make them stop]