[ there's nothing after that, because his hands start to shake too much and his lungs try to overcompensate and the panic coils around his chest like a hot wire, because what if derek doesn't answer? what if his dream wasn't a dream, what if he really— he can still feel the blood on his hands, the phanom burn of hot wax, but what if that's not the lingering ghost of a dream?
stiles should call derek. he should call him, just to hear his voice, just to confirm he's actually okay, but the fear of derek not answering makes him so nauseated that he curls in on himself. ]
done
[ there's nothing after that, because his hands start to shake too much and his lungs try to overcompensate and the panic coils around his chest like a hot wire, because what if derek doesn't answer? what if his dream wasn't a dream, what if he really— he can still feel the blood on his hands, the phanom burn of hot wax, but what if that's not the lingering ghost of a dream?
stiles should call derek. he should call him, just to hear his voice, just to confirm he's actually okay, but the fear of derek not answering makes him so nauseated that he curls in on himself. ]