𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 ▷ Stiles Stilinski¹

69|nightmares

Season 3B, definitely one of my favs. Here we go!

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Deaton sawed through the cast on my arm, removing the cast carefully. After he took it away, I began to move my arm around slowly, making sure that I had healed the bone entirely. Doctor Deaton offered to take x-rays, but I told him not to worry about it. Even if there was still a hairline fracture, I could have that healed in a day at most.

"How does it feel?" He asked.

Closing and opening my fist, I nodded. "Good as new, I think. Thank you for all your help, Doc."

"Of course, Riley." He sat down on his chair beside the metal slab. "You've probably noticed this already, but your friends seem to be having trouble after their. . . experience."

I nodded, "Yeah. Stiles has been having these nightmares for the past few nights. I don't know what's going on with him."

Deaton sighed, "I was afraid of that. For now, all we can do is watch them, make sure they're okay. I'm sure I can trust you to keep an eye on them."

"Definitely," I reassured him. "Thanks again, Doc."

He smiled, walking me to the front of the clinic. "Of course. Let me know if it didn't heal properly."

I agreed, leaving the clinic and heading home. Charlotte wasn't home for another two days, so it was another night alone for me tonight.

After microwaving some leftover pizza I headed into the living room and turned on Netflix. I spent the whole time as I ate deciding on something to watch, and by the time I did I was so tired that I began to doze off half way through the movie.

Just as I was about to drift off to sleep completely, my phone began ringing. "I'm up," I mumbled, dropping the television remote and my phone as I woke up.

Groaning, I leaned down and picked up my phone and turned it over to see who was calling me. My brows pulled together in confusion as I looked at the time. Why was Sheriff Stilinski calling me at one in the morning?

Clicking the answer button and bringing the phone to my ear, I answered. "Mister Stilinski? Is something wrong? Is Stiles okay?"

I heard him sigh from the other end of the line. "I'm sorry to call you so late, Riley. But, is there any chance you can come over? It was really bad tonight."

Stiles' nightmares were back again. He managed to avoid them some nights, but even when he did have them, they were never cause for his father to call me.

"Yeah, of course. I'll be there in ten," I replied, hanging up the phone. Changing out of my pyjamas and grabbing my phone, keys and wallet, I headed out the door and got in my car.

Turning the key I started the engine and headed over to the Stilinski household. I was concerned since Sheriff Stilinski felt the need to call me so late. I drove as fast as the law would allow, not wanting the sheriff to have to arrest me on the night he had called me over.

Arriving at their house, I went and knocked on the door. Moments later, the sheriff was opening the door and letting me in. "Thanks for coming over," he told me.

"Thanks for calling me. Is he in his room?"

When mister Stilinski nodded, I thanked him and headed to Stiles' room. Opening the door quietly, I peeked my head in. Stiles was sitting on his bed, legs crossed and biting his nails.

When he heard the door creak, he looked up from his hands. "Riley?"

"Hey," I said softly as I walked into the room. "What's going on?"