It was around midnight, and I was wide awake, my mind a blur. I'd tried going to sleep, but I was too awake for that, constantly thinking back to the research I'd found in my parents' office. I wanted to call Kira, but I knew she was probably asleep now, and no one else knew about my problem.

Wrong, I thought as I remembered Stiles and how I'd told him everything earlier that day. I picked up my phone but faltered. He would also be sleeping, wouldn't he?

I just haven't been sleeping really...

Before I could think through it, I sent Stiles a text asking if he was awake. Instantly I regretted it and put my phone back down. He could have been getting precious sleep and been woken up by me. The thought filled me with guilt as I remembered how tired Stiles had been lately.

I went to pick up my phone again and delete the message, even though it wouldn't do much, when my phone lit up from a call from Stiles.

Pleasantly surprised, I answered the phone with a cheery 'hello'. I was answered with heavy breathing, worrying me a bit.

"Stiles? You okay?" I asked, quelling the panic that started to stir in my gut. He was probably fine and just didn't hear me.

"Scott's looking for me," I heard Stiles rasp through the phone.

The panic I had shoved away came flooding back.

"What? What do you mean?" I asked, grateful my voice came out evenly.

"Don't worry," Stiles said. "I don't want you to worry."

If he didn't want me to worry that obviously meant there was something to worry about, and that thought made me worry even more.

"What do you mean Stiles? What's happening? Where are you?" I questioned frantically.

"I don't know. It's too dark. My eyes are stinging though. Something smells really bad," he said. "I have to go or else my phone battery will die."

"Wait, what? Stiles don't hang up! What's going on- "

I stopped mid-sentence as Stiles hung up. I tried calling him again a few times, but he wouldn't answer, causing my stomach to twist nauseatingly.

I thought about the conversation we'd had and how Stiles had mentioned something about Scott looking for him.

I hastily called him, already having his number because Kira had given it to me when she had gotton it, just in case she lost it.

"Hello?" I heard Scott say.

He had answered on the first ring which meant he was obviously awake. Did that mean what Stiles said was true and Scott was looking for him? But why would Scott be looking for him and not the police?

"Scott, is Stiles okay? Have you found him?" I asked worriedly.

"Y/n? How do you know about Stiles?"

"Because he called me and he was acting weird and he told me that you were looking for him," I answered.

"Well, yeah I am. I haven't found him yet though," Scott said.

I bit my lip as I thought of where Stiles might be.

"Have you checked his house?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm actually there now," he answered distractedly.

I heard voices on the other end of the phone and wondered who else was with him, though I didn't ask.

"We're going to the police station now to tell Stiles' dad," Scott said.

"Okay, I'll meet you there."

With that, I ended the call and quickly got some outdoor clothes on before sneaking out of the house. Before I moved to Bacon Hills again, I never snuck out. I was good and listened to my parents and their rules. Now though, I was sneaking out practically every night and half the time I was getting caught by my parents.

I got on my bike and rode it all the way to the Sheriffs station, peddling as fast as I could. When I got there, I was out of breath and panting, but that didn't stop me from running into the Sheriff's station in search for Scott.

I found Scott talking with Noah and Isaac and I hurried towards them.

"What can I do?" I asked when I got there.

"Tell me what Stiles said to you on the phone," Noah said.

That meant Scott must have already told him about the phone call I got from Stiles. How did he get here so fast?

"Well, he said that Scott was looking for him and that I shouldn't worry about him and that he didn't know where he was," after a quick thought I added, "he also said he needed to save his battery."

Noah nodded as he listened to me and took in my information.

"Alright, Y/n, I need you to stay at the Sheriff's station and immediately notify the front desk if Stiles calls you again," Noah said.

"Why do I have to stay here? I can come with you- " I started, but Noah cut me off.

"Because you shouldn't even be here to begin with," Noah said, giving me a stern glare.

I grumbled but listened to him and sat on one of the waiting seats as he, Scott, and Isaac left the station.

At the moment, Noah believed that Stiles was in some kind of basement from the description he gave Scott, and they were currently checking the Hospital and School basements. They'd promised to keep me updated and made sure that I would tell them if Stiles called me.

I was sitting in silence, bored out of my mind, when Rafael walked out of his office with a sling on one of his arms and holding a piece of paper his free hand. He looked around the station before spotting me and beckoning me over.

I felt nervous as I got up from my seat and walked over to him. We didn't have the best relationship, and I was always on edge around him, feeling like he was going to figure out all my secrets and arrest me.

"You said you called Stiles, right?" he asked me.

"Uh, he called me, but yeah," I said.

Rafael nodded his head, his eyes scanning the paper in his hand.

"Did he mention anything about a bad smell?"

"Um, he said that his eyes were stinging from a bad smell," I said slowly. "Why?"

"Because he might not be in a basement at all," Rafael answered.

Before I could process his words and think about what that meant, we were interrupted when the door to the station opened and a woman walked in and started talking to the front desk.

"Hi. I'm Melissa McCall, I was hoping to see Agent McCall."

Rafael turned and walked towards her and because I had nothing else to do, I followed.

"What are you doing here?" Rafael asked.

"My shift was over. I just wanted to see if I could help," she answered.

Rafael thought for a moment before speaking.

"You might be able to. Come on, I think I might know where Stiles is."

Melissa looked slightly surprised but nodded, and before I realised what I was doing I blurted out, "I'm coming too."

Rafael stared at me blankly and opened his mouth, about to tell me I was definitely not coming when Melissa cut in.

"If we do find Stiles, it would be good to have someone he's close to comfort him. She'd probably be able to calm him down better than you or I would be able to," she said.

Rafael sighed and shook his head.

"Whatever, just hurry up," he muttered.

Fist pumping the air, I followed the two McCalls to Rafael's car and got into the back seat while they occupied the front.

Rafael started driving and there were a few minutes of silence before Melissa spoke.

"So, what were you saying about knowing where Stiles is?" she asked.

"I was saying the real question might be, how do we know he's not still asleep?"

"You mean he's been asleep the whole time?" Melissa questioned sceptically.

I myself was also quite sceptical, but I kept my thoughts to myself, content to just listen to their conversation.

"Well, people who sleepwalk can do crazy things," Rafael said. "One guy goes down to the kitchen and cooks and entire meal, and another guy is found mowing his lawn naked."

"Why does any of that matter?" Melissa asked, sort of harshly.

It was only then that I realised these two might not have the best relationship and that I probably shouldn't be there.

"Remember that townhouse apartment we lived in?" Rafael asked, glancing at Melissa and then back to the road. "There was that one night I came home drunk-"

"Oh, one night?" Melissa asked, giving Rafael a pointed look.

It was then that I realised both McCalls had forgotten I was in the car. I felt like I was intruding on something, and it made me very uncomfortable.

"Let me finish," Rafael said. So, I'm drunk, passed out on the bed. I get up to go to the bathroom. Then all of a sudden I hear you yell 'what the hell are you doing?'"

"Because you were in the closet peeing into the laundry basket," Melissa said with an amused smile.

"Yeah, I thought it was the bathroom," Rafael replied.

"Oh no. You were drunk off your ass," Melissa shot back.

I felt like I should speak up, remind them that I was there. This conversation was obviously not meant for my ears, and I was feeling very embarrassed.

"Yeah, but I was convinced it was the bathroom. So, how do we know Stiles isn't just convinced he's in some kind of basement? And isn't actually there?" Rafael asked. There was a beat of silence before he continued. "I think when he called Scott, he was still asleep, and is still asleep right now."

"Then where is he?" Melissa asked.

"I got an idea about that too," Rafael said.

He stopped speaking after that, filling the car with silence. I waited a few seconds to see of he would continue speaking, and when he didn't, I spoke.

"Are you gonna tell us what your idea is or...?" I piped up, breaking the silence.

Melissa and Rafael both jumped, finally remembering I was in the car.

"It's a- it's a coyote den," Rafael said, putt off.

He was probably thinking about everything he and Melissa had said and how I had heard all of it. I tried not to cringe.

I stayed silent as Rafael explained his theory to us. Coyote's urine has a very strong smell and is used to mark out its territory. Rafael seemed to think that from the descriptions of what Stiles said about it smelling that meant he was in a coyote den.

When I asked him how he knew where this coyote den was, he said it was because Stiles had discovered it and had found some items belonging to a missing girl in it which had caught Rafael's attention.

Rafael also said the coyote den used to belong to the same coyote that had nearly killed Kira and I. Comforting.

Suddenly, Rafael stopped the car and unbuckled his seat belt.

"We're here," was all he said.

Melissa and I followed his lead, unbuckling our seatbelts and getting out of the car. I trailed behind Rafael and Melissa as Rafael led us to the coyote den.

He told us to wait outside and walked into the den by himself, disappearing from sight. A few minutes later, I heard Stiles screaming and flinched.

Rafael emerged from the den, cursing as he struggled dragging Stiles out of it. Melissa ran up to them and helped get Stiles out of the cave, but he was still screaming hysterically, writhing around in their grip.

"No! No! Wait!" he screamed, his voice raw.

"A little help here?" Rafael said to me as he tried to stop Stiles' arms from flailing around.

I ran towards him and grabbed his arm, rubbing it gently.

"Stiles!" I shouted, trying to be heard over his panicked screaming. "Stiles, its okay! You're okay!"

Melissa shifted so Stiles was partly leaning on me and I rubbed his arm and held him tight, trying to show him he was safe.

Stiles surprisingly leaned into my touch, and Melissa let go of him completely, making it so I had both my arms wrapped around my boyfriend.

"You're fine, you're safe, I've got you," I whispered into his ear.

His screams died down as he calmed and were replaced with sobs. I held him tighter, whispering assurances in his ear. I hated seeing him so scared and sad, knowing that I couldn't take those feelings away from him. 

I hated it.

. . .

The whole ride to the hospital, Stiles refused to let go of me. I held his hand, rubbing circles along it with my thumb in an attempt to comfort him. When we got to the hospital, I tried to let go of him, knowing that I needed to call my parents and explain to them what had happened, but Stiles wouldn't let go.

When the doctors tried to take him away without me, he started panicking and screaming, so the doctors quickly decided that I would stay with him.

I currently sat in the hospital room with him, holding his hand, as he stared off into the distance.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Noah walked in. When he saw Stiles, his whole face crumpled in relief and he ran to Stiles' other side, giving him a huge hug.

"Hey buddy, how you going?" Noah asked Stiles hoarsely.

"I'm fine, dad," Stiles assured, but he didn't seem like it. He had huge bags under his eyes and his skin seemed more pale than usual. "Everything just seemed like a dream."

Noah nodded, holding Stiles' other hand tight. Slowly, I watched Stiles' eyes droop before finally closing and staying shut.

It was silent for a while as Noah and I both stared at Stiles. Noah brought his other hand up to brush some hair out of Stiles' face, and then he looked at me.

"Didn't I tell you to stay at the station?" he asked.

I grinned.

"Maybe."

Noah sighed, shaking his head.

"Your parents are going to kill me."

"They don't have to find out,' I said slyly.

Noah laughed softly. "Yes, they do."

I looked down at Stiles' hand intertwined with mine. "I know," I said sadly.

"Come on Kiddo," Noah said, getting up. "We should let him sleep."

I nodded and got up, untangling my hand from Stiles', and letting his fall limp on the bed. I was glad he was getting some more sleep.

We walked out of the room and found Scott, Melissa, Lydia, and Rafael waiting outside, eager to hear how Stiles was.

I left that job to Noah and walked away, getting my phone out and calling my mum. When she answered, her voice groggy and confused, I explained to her what happened.

I was waiting for her to yell at me, to ground me, to ban me from seeing Stiles and Noah, but she didn't do any of that.

Instead she said, "I'm proud of you."

I blinked and opened my mouth in surprise.

"What?" I asked in disbelief.

I heard my mother's laugh on the other side of the line.

"I said, I'm proud of you," my mother repeated, "but we will discuss the consequences of sneaking out at home."

"Okay," I said, cringing a bit at the word consequences. I was glad she was proud of me though.

I hung up and looked back at Stiles hospital room. I quickly walked towards it and slipped inside. I knew Stiles was asleep, but I still wanted to say goodbye. Even if he wouldn't remember it.

I was surprised to find Stiles wide awake, staring off into space. His eyes darted to me when I entered the room, and a small smile curved his lips.

"Hey," he greeted softly.

"Hi," I said, smiling. "Why aren't you sleeping? Did I wake you?"

Stiles shook his head.

"No, you didn't wake me. I just can't sleep much without my pillow," he admitted.

"I remember your pillow," I said.

"And I remember you stealing it from me and refusing to give it back until I gave you some of my chocolate," Stiles joked.

I smiled fondly.

"Ah, yes, I remember that."

Before we could continue talking, my mother texted me saying she was at the hospital.

Stiles stared at my phone, his smile slipping off his face.

"You have to go, don't you?" he asked, his voice shaking a bit.

I nodded my head.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I promised.

"Okay," Stiles said, his voice small.

With that, I left Stiles' hospital room and made my way outside to the car park where my mother was waiting. 

A/N:

I updated again today because I felt bad for giving you such a short chapter. 

I hope you enjoyed this drama filled chapter! Please vote and comment if you enjoyed, and have a good day/night.

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