"Is she okay?"

"Stiles-"

"I shouldn't have left, I-I didn't think anything would have happened, God I'm so stupid."

Recognizing two extremely familiar voices conversing around me, I slowly pulled myself out of my dreaming state. My eyes were itchy and my throat was dry, to be honest I don't remember much before I hit the ground. I think I hit the ground, that would explain why my body is sore.

I pushed myself up on my elbows and glanced around my bedroom in confusion, why am I in my bedroom? Who brought me home? Images of flashing lights and bright pink lipstick being smeared across the back of my hand. I was dizzy, my equilibrium felt off and I blinked rapidly as I tried to correct it.

I cleared my throat to let Stiles and my mom know that I was coherent and that their conversation about me needed to end. Stiles' head whipped to the side and he sprung to my side, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know that... are you okay? You hit your head pretty hard." he rushed out as he brushed my hair away from my forehead, his fingertips danced across a small bump and I winced slightly.

"I'm fine," I assured him.

My mom bit her lip and took a step closer towards me, "Sweetheart, do you remember anything? Anything at all?"

"Not really.. I guess I passed out?" I shrugged, but the shrug didn't really look like a shrug considering I was relying more on my pillows for support than I should be.

Stiles and my mom glanced at each other uneasily and I could tell that I was missing something. I didn't need my ability for this. I don't know what I said or did last night that set off little warning flags for my mom, but her Nurse Eyes were raking me in right now.

I swallowed thickly, "What did I..." my voice fell flat and my hands began to shake. I hate not having control over myself like this.

"You were talking about eliminating the threat..." my mom said quietly, "it didn't make much sense and then you started rambling in Japanese and I didn't know what to do. I gave you some Midalozam and you've been out ever since."

I have absolutely no idea what she was talking about, but I don't doubt her. I have no idea what the threat that I'm trying to eliminate is, nor do I know how I was speaking in Japanese.

My mom shot a look at my on-edge boyfriend, "Stiles... honey, why don't you head on over to the school?"

"What?" he reeled back in confusion, "Melissa I can't just leave her-"

"She's in good hands, I can assure you that much." she stated with finality. She didn't want him here. Why doesn't she want him here?

Stiles cleared his throat and slowly pushed himself off of the bed, "O-okay, yeah. She probably needs some rest, I'll uh- I have to talk to Scott anyway. I'll call you in a bit," he pressed his lips to my forehead swiftly before squeezing my shoulder and exiting my room.

"Mom-" she held her hand up to silence me and when I shot her a look telling her to let me get a freaking word in, she narrowed her eyes dangerously. Once the sound of the front door slamming echoed around the house, she let out a sigh.

"You said that it was Stiles," she breathed out.

If it were at all possible, and honestly it wouldn't surprise me if it was, the world stopped spinning. The oxygen in the room was sucked up through a vacuum and I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything other than let the words seep into my brain and deteriorate anything and everything inside of me.

My worst fears were taking flight. Stiles was the threat. My ability has been warning me for weeks and now it was finally time for it to be known. Stiles is dangerous. All of my thoughts were once more centered around Stiles, but this time they were thoughts about him killing people and lying to me. About him trying to hurt Scott and my mom. About him trying to hurt himself.

"Kasey? Honey, are you okay? I just didn't want him to-"

Taking a page from my mom's book, I held my hand up to silence her. "Mom, I need- I need a minute." I mumbled.

I can't sit in this bed anymore. I need to move. My body was sore and screaming at me to sit back down as I struggled to get up, but I needed to. I refused my mom's help as I began to pace around my room. This was bad. This was very, very bad.

"My ability, it's been warning me about this." I said, my voice was shaky and I had to clear my throat a few times so I wouldn't start crying.

She glanced at me confusion, "Warning you about what?"

We both held our breath as we looked at each other. I didn't need to say it, she knew what I was talking about. I don't think I even can say it.

"Kasey... I think you need to just get some sleep and take a break from trying to save everyone for awhile. It's taking a toll on you." she instructed, and she left no room for argument.

I shot her a look, "I don't want to sleep, mom. I want to help him. I need to help him."

"No, what you need is to take a break. Kasey, do you know what would have happened if Scott would have taken you to the hospital acting the way you were last night, and then the doctor's found out what you've been acting like in general lately? You would be diagnosed with Frontotemperal Dementia " she was slightly heated, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wide.

What is she even talking about?

I ran my hands through my hair, "What are you trying to say?"

"I'm not trying to say anything, I'm simply putting it out there that maybe... maybe you have an illness."

An illness? My own freaking mother thinks that I'm crazy. Great, this is just fantastic. I know that she doesn't understand my ability, mainly because I haven't really gone into detail about it in the past, but she can't seriously be suggesting that my ability isn't the reason that I've been acting so...so... well for lack of a better word, crazy.

The words 'mental illness' were floating around in my head and it was starting to freak me out. The last thing that I need right now is to have a mental disorder, especially one that would require medicine or large amounts of therapy. I don't have the time nor the patience for things of that nature. I need to find a way to help Stiles.

I sat up with a gasp, my chest heaving up and down rapidly as sweat rolled down the sides of my face and the small of my back. The room was spinning and I could feel bile rising in the back of my throat as I threw myself off of my bed and darted to the porcelain throne to empty the contents of my stomach.

My fingers clutched around the sides as I heaved up not only whatever I had eaten last, but also any last bit of hope that this nightmare would end, that I had left inside of me. I was shaking and panting before I finally stopped dry-heaving, I could feel the stomach acid burning the back of my throat.

What the hell is happening to me?

I wiped the back of my hand across my forehead before stumbling over to the sink to wash my mouth out. My eyes slowly traveled to the mirror, and when I was able to fully see myself I sucked in a breath. My eyes were red and irritated, purple smudges of exhaustion stained my skin where my eyeliner and mascara had smeared from the night before. My lips were chapped and my hair was a tangled mess on the side of my head.

My physical appearance was a perfect visual representation of how I feel on the inside. I look just about as awful as I feel. I look like a homeless person.

Not wanting to waste more time looking at how sleep-deprived I am, I brushed my teeth and wiped the smeared make-up off of my face. I slowly made my way back into my bedroom and checked my phone to see if I had any messages or missed calls. I wasn't surprised with what I had found.

MOM: Had to go in to the hospital, if you need anything call or stop by.

SCOTT: Text me when you wake up so I know that you're okay.

STILES: Hey, when you wake up text me or call me so I know how you're doing. Please. I love you.

DANNY: Hey, when you can shoot me a text so I know you're okay! Heard you passed out at my party last night and hit your head!

LYDIA: Kasey this is important. Text me back when you can.

ALLISON: Hey, text me when you wake up so I know you're alright!

ISAAC: You were still alive when I left this morning. Text me when you wake up so i know that you're still alive now.

RAFAEL: Just wanted to check in, you were asleep when I stopped by this morning. Text me back.

I have no idea how my dad managed to get a hold of my number. If I had to guess, I would say that he annoyed my mom to the point of giving it to him. Either that, or he got in Scott's phone without his permission and took it. Honestly, either case is probable.

Even though I didn't feel like sending out that many text messages, I responded to each one. Letting them all know that I was in fact alive. I also told my mom that I was stopping by the hospital to see her. I don't want to go to school nor do I want to be alone in my house. I'm afraid that if I don't entertain myself, I'll end up falling back asleep. And I'm not letting that happen again.

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The hospital was a short drive from my house, but considering that my mom took that car... I had to walk. The walk was a bit longer than the drive would be, but I didn't mind. It kept me busy and kept me alert. I also stopped at the corner coffee shop and picked up an Expresso so I would have the added bonus of caffeine surging through my veins.

I walked through the sliding doors as they parted, and made the routine walk to the main desk. My mom usually works it on her shifts, but I didn't see her there. Instead I saw Grace, whom I've spoken to several times. She's a petite blond in her mid-thirties and she's extremely nice.

Grace smiled widely as she saw me, "Kasey, good morning. What can I do for you?"

"I'm here to see my mom," I responded as I placed my arms on the counter, "is she busy with a patient right now?"

"Technically, I'm not supposed to give out that information but since you're her daughter I'll tell you, just let me check..." Grace trailed off as her fingers began to dance across the keyboard, her eyes flickering over to the monitor of the computer as she looked for my mom's whereabouts.

I let out a nearly silent sigh as I played with the pens the jar, spinning them around letting their tips scrape against the ceramic mug. There were three red pens, one blue pen, and two green pens. The colors made me think of Stiles' police board wall with his colored yarn system.

Grace cleared her throat, "She's with a patient right now, M... uh, his last name is Stilinski, isn't that Scott's best friend?"

My hand jerked, knocking the mug to the floor, causing it to shatter and the pens to slide across the tile floor by my feet. I blinked rapidly, "Stiles? Why is she with him? What happened to him?"

"Uh, I don't know it doesn't specify..." she said timidly. Obviously the small scene I caused caught her off guard.

He's probably fine. They're probably talking about something werewolf related, right? They've done that before.

Grace bit her lip, "Are you, um, okay?"

"Not really, no." I breathed out, readjusting my hair on my shoulder, "Can you tell me what room they're in?"

"Actually, no-" she stopped mid-sentence as I made my way around the desk and gently pushed her chair out of the way so I could see the screen. If she won't tell me then I'll take matters into my own hands.

Room 315.

I glanced at Grace, "Thank you."

She didn't have time to respond before I was maneuvering the halls heading to the elevator so I could get to the third floor. At least it's just a regular patient room, so he's not in the ER or anything. That's a relief. Did he have another panic attack or something? Oh my god.

The elevator dinged loudly and I had to wait anxiously as the nurses and visitors aboard it slowly dwindled out and into the hallway. Four other people got on with me, thankfully they all were going to higher floors, so I would be the first one off.

"So the golf tournament this weekend should be fun," one of the nurses struck up a conversation with a fellow Doctor. I gritted my teeth as their pointless conversation flooded my ears.

Who the hell cares about a freaking golf tournament?

The doors dinged and slid open painstakingly slow, my patience was so thin I slid out as they were still pulling themselves open. The hallway was full of gurneys and employee's with clipboards and coughing children. My eyes followed the numbers of the rooms as I walked as fast as I could without breaking into a sprint.

If I did they would pull me aside and start freaking asking questions that would just eat into my time.

312....313...314...

"315," I breathed out as I pushed the door open.

Stiles was sitting on the bed and my mom was standing beside him, gloves on and a needle resting in her hand. They both turned around to see who had entered the room, and when they registered that it was me, they said my name in unison. I didn't care about that though, instead I got straight to the point.

"Are you alright?" I asked Stiles, making my way over to the side of the bed that my mom wasn't standing on.

He glanced at my mom once before looking down at his hands, "I don't know... that's kinda why I'm here."

"I'm glad you walked in when you did, Stiles' here was getting a little nervous about the shot I was about to get him." my mom chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

Stiles swallowed nervously and glanced at me, "Could you come over here... please?"

The tone of his voice broke my heart. I nodded quickly and slipped over to the opposite side of the bed, grabbing both of his hands, but instead he wrapped them around my waist and pressed his cheek against my chest, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh of relief.

"Okay, do it now." he instructed.

I glanced at the rather long needle, "What are you giving him?"

"It's Midazolam. A sedative." she sad before pressing the needle into his skin. I felt his body tense up and his grip tighten around my waist. My body stiffened when I realized that in my dream my mom had given me Midazolam. There's no way in hell that I would have known it was a sedative until just now.

Stiles turned his head and glanced up at her, "Why did you give me a sedative?"

"Because you, Stiles, are one profoundly sleep-deprived young man. You need rest. You need it now. Lie down." she instructed, and his body was already responding.

I gently guided his body backwards onto the bed, and he adjusted his head on the pillows. My mom then pulled the blanket up to his chest and he gripped it with his hands, pulling it over himself.

Stiles' eyes closed slowly as he whispered, "Thanks mom."

I could feel my heart literally shattering into billions of pieces inside of me as I watched him slowly drift away into a lulled state. His lips were slightly parted and his face was free of pained expressions. He looked so peaceful.

My mom touched my shoulder, "Are you going to stay with him?"

"I need to talk to you first." I said quickly, not giving my shattered heart any time to argue with the logical decision that my brain had made before I even got into the hospital. The Midazolam was more reason to tell her about my dream. What if I'm not the one that has the disease... the form of dementia that my mom said I had. What if it's Stiles?

Her beeper went off and she quickly pressed the button to silence it, "I have a patient... can you just wait here for ten minutes? I'll be right back."

"But mom-"

"I have to go, Kasey." she stated as she pressed a kiss to my forehead and left the room. Softly closing the door.

I let out a groan of annoyance. I swear, every time I try to warn people about things, shit like this happens and I'm stuck holding this information until it's too late. I need to know what's going on with Stiles, because maybe... just maybe, if I can find out what's wrong with him... I can find out what's wrong with me.

Even though I wanted to do nothing more than stay with him while he slept, just to make sure that he was okay, I had to make a quick trip out. My fingers wrestled with the sticky doorknob as I made my way into the hall. I glanced at the file holder beside the door so I could see my mom's notes about Stiles, and sure enough she had left it there.

I snatched up the manila folder and quickly flipped it open. She had only written Stiles at the top, but she did write down his symptoms on the lines provided halfway down the page.

"Hallucinations, impulsive, irritable, and acute onset insomnia..." I mumbled to myself. All of these things match what's been happening to me lately. Apart form the sleepwalking in random places at odd hours of the night.

I bit down on my lip and slowly made my way down the hall towards the records room. There has to be a book in there that could tell me what Frontotemperal Dementia is, and if my gut feeling is right... then his symptoms should match up.

I hid the folder in my jacket as I walked down the hall, keeping my eyes glued to the floor. I don't know if I can get into serious trouble for going into the records room, so I just need to stick to my plan of not getting caught and I should be okay.

The door appeared a lot sooner than I had thought, and I quickly glanced around the hallway before slipping inside. I was met with shelves upon shelves of manilla folders, identical to the one I had for Stiles. What the... how am I supposed to find anything about what I need with all of these folders.

My eyes scanned the folders, trying to find out what exactly they contained, when I came across my last name on one, I froze. This was a patient directory. I placed Stiles' folder on the shelf and pulled mine out, flipping it open. My eyes scanned over the basic information, like my name, birthday and gender and medical allergies. As I for farther down, I found the notes about past doctor visits.

Age 8: Kasey has been experiencing acute insomnia due to increases in her anxiety. Has been prescribed Xanax for preventative measures.

Age 10: Kasey has been experiencing more anxiety attacks. Has been put on everyday prescriptions.

Age 13: Kasey has shown significant progress, and has been taken off of her medication for the time being.

I don't know why I'm even reading this. I don't need to worry about the fact that my anxiety was finally on track and I seemed to screw it up again. I slammed the folder shut and slid it back into place. I picked up Stiles' folder and froze mid-step as I prepared to leave.

Claudia.

My eyes darted around the shelves looking for the S marker. I pushed myself onto the tips of my toes as I checked a higher shelf, finally locating the folder I had been in pursuit of. Claudia Stilinski.

I opened the folder and checked the records, skimming over Stiles' address and his mom's general information. I then got to the Chief Complaint... acute insomnia. She got a 3 in the Triage category and the symptoms read, patient is irritable and impulsive, complains of vivid dreams during the day, inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality, occasional hallucinations, symptoms began with acute onset insomnia.

For once, I didn't want to be right.

I wanted to be so very very wrong. I didn't want Stiles to have what his mother passed away from. I didn't want him to be sick. I don't know what to do?

The door to the records room opened and I dropped Claudia's file to the floor, papers flew everywhere. My mom was standing there with her hand pulled up to her mouth, and the moment she realized that I had put two-and-two together like she had, she pulled me into an embrace.

And once again, I broke.

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Hey everyone! So, I got this chapter out pretty fast, I think. I've been so busy trying to pick up more hours for work because I have some serious bills to be paying right now, hahah. I just bought a Macbook Pro, and I really like it (even though I still don't really know how to use it just yet... lol ) but I'm excited anyway. This chapter really was just about Kasey, and honestly the rest of the book is going to be mostly Kasey on her own, well at least all of the major plot pieces are anyway. Her ability is really messing with her head, telling her that Stiles is the threat, but also that he is sick.

I like writing about Kasey going on solo missions, it really is fun for me because I feel like I'm bonding with her. She's not just a character to me, hahah. She's a real person in my eyes. She's come to life through this entire experience for me and I love her.

Also, I want to address this now... I deleted The Other Stilinski and One Step Closer because I have lost the inspiration to write them for the time being. That being said, I will probably bring TOS back eventually. I don't know.

And, yes, I am continuing Stasey into season 4. I have some stuff already planned but once again, the story won't be posted until season 4 is over. I should have plenty of time, considering I'm nowhere near finished with this season and season 4 starts this month!!! i'm so excited!

One last thing, if you didn't know, Amanda's account was deleted and she is in the process of trying to recover it, but wattpad is taking their sweet time so it may not ever be restored. In the meantime, she does have an account that she is posting BOU on, just in case she can't get her oringinal account back. If you want to go to my profile, the link is in my bio. The name of her account is @azaleahs

Thanks for reading, commenting, and voting guys! I love you! -Sasha xx