robinonadderall | Beacon Hills Hospital

Stiles	Stiles was so thankful that Melissa seemed to perpetually be at the hospital. He didn't know if it was exhaustion getting to him and shock from his discovery at the school or both, but he seemed to be getting shakier and more disoriented by the minute.
Melissa	"Doctor Gardner won't be back until next week," Melissa said. "Do you want to try waiting for one of the urgent care doctors or…" At the shake of Stiles' head, Melissa was sure that Stiles wasn't just here for a couples therapy session with Derek or something. She looked between the two of them. "Stiles, are you alright?"
Derek	Excuse you, they didn't need any therapy. Said no one ever. "Stiles needs--" Well, Derek was at a loss for what exactly Stiles needed here.
Melissa	Not really helpful, Derek, but Melissa could see that Stiles needed to be seen. "Okay," she said, coming around the desk. "Just come with me and I'll look you over." She led them down the hall into an empty room and gestured for Stiles to sit in a chair. "Now tell me some of your symptoms."
Stiles	Stiles sighed. Where to start? "Blackouts, but not for that long. And sleepwalking, which I used to do a lot as a kid. Um, also having some really bad anxiety."
Melissa	"Panic attacks?" she asked.
Stiles	"Yeah, a couple," he said with a nod. "Oh, and I temporarily lost the ability to read but that might have to do with this giant magic tree, you know? Human sacrifice thing."
Derek	Yeah, aren't you glad you live in Beacon Hills, Melissa? "He hasn't been sleeping," Derek added. Then remembered that was an awkward thing to share when you're dating a teenager.
Melissa	Melissa thought it was cute. Hence the smile. "How many hours of sleep are you getting, Stiles?"
Stiles	"Eight," he answered.
Melissa	"A night?"
Stiles	"Over the last three days," he answered, definitely not looking over in Derek's direction now. "I'm...yeah, I'm pretty sure eight."
Derek	Derek looked distinctly displeased by all of this. "Is there a doctor he can see?"
Melissa	"I'm not sure one is needed," Melissa said, wandering over to a stand full of medical supplies. "Stiles have you been feeling irritable lately? Having an inability to focus?"
Stiles	"Irritability to the point of homicide," Stiles said, giving an apologetic look at Derek for that one. "And my Adderall hasn't been working lately."
Melissa	"Impulsive behavior?" she asked, pulling on some gloves. "More than usual, I mean." She was looking at Derek for that answer. Stiles probably thought his impulsive actions were normal.
Derek	"Yeah," Derek replied. And if he had a hand on Stiles' back now, it was because of reasons. Because all these questions better lead to a perfectly normal explanation. Like stress.
Melissa	"Vivid dreams during the day." Her back was towards Stiles but she was flicking a needle with her finger to make sure there were no air bubbles in it.
Stiles	"All of the above, okay?" And there was that irritability. "Do you know what it is?"
Melissa	She nodded. "I think so." Melissa approached Stiles and lifted up his shirt sleeve. "You trust me?"
Stiles	"When you're not holding a needle, yeah." But he let her do what she was doing anyway.
Melissa	Melissa smiled slightly and wiped down his arm with an alcohol pad before sticking the needle in his arm. "It's Midazolam. A sedative."
Derek	"Is that supposed to help him?" Derek asked, not all aboard the trust train with Stiles.
Melissa	"We are dealing with one profoundly sleep deprived young man," Melissa said. "He needs rest, he needs it now. Help him lie down."
Stiles	"How long does it take to--" Stiles blinked, slumping backwards slightly. "Oh, not long at all."
Derek	Which could only end in Derek scooping Stiles up in a classic princess carry. Sorry he wasn't sorry at all, Stiles. "Where's an open bed?"
Melissa	"This way," she said, leading them just a few doors down where an empty room was. And since she knew Stiles, it was right near her desk to she could see any escape attempts. "Nobody will come in here."
Stiles	Annnnnnnnnnnnd Stiles was on his way to sleep. But he was able to mumble out a "Thanks, mom" at Melissa. Awkward.
Derek	Well. At least it wasn't directed at Derek. Derek put him down, taking a little too much care that he wasn't jostled. Yes, despite the drugs in his system. He brushed his thumb over Stiles' forehead before taking a step back and turning his attention back on Melissa. "Is it really just exhaustion?"
Melissa	Melissa looked a little taken aback by what Stiles said so she was almost grateful by the distraction provided by Derek. "Most likely," she said, grabbing the Stiles' file. "Still, I'd like you to come with me for a moment. He'll be out for a few hours so he's fine here."
Derek	Derek's mouth went into a thin line of disapproval before he nodded and moved to follow her. He'd just listen to Stiles' heartbeat like a normal, sane boyfriend who was worried. Yeah.
Melissa	They wouldn't go far, just down the hall where the medical records were conveniently located. She highlighted the symptoms in Stiles' file and handed it to Derek. "Just keep an eye on that and listen."
Derek	Derek looked from the file to her, clearly wanting to know what had her so nervous. Look at him smelling your emotions, Melissa. It as... well, it was creepy.
Melissa	So very creepy. Melissa found the file she was looking for and started reading. "Patient is irritable and impulsive; complains of vivid dreams. Inability to distinguish fantasy and reality. Acute insomnia. Sound similar?"
Derek	"Starting to," he said carefully. Since there was a little more to Stiles' problems that they hadn't mentioned.
Melissa	Melissa didn't say anything, just flipped the file closed and showed it to Derek. On the front was written "Claudia Stilinski" and written in big bold words across it diagonally was "Deceased - 2004".
Derek	Everything seemed to drain from Derek's face at that, closing off to not show any emotion at the news. He nodded, looking back toward the room Stiles was in rather than at her. "There'll be testing."
Melissa	"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. What Claudia had was very, very rare. It probably is exhaustion like I said," she assured him. "I just want you to keep an eye out. If things seem to get worse then I want you to get him back here. But I don't want to worry him or his father yet."
Derek	"And if it's not." You horrible nurse who was just doing her job.
Melissa	"If it's not, we'll get him in for an MRI to see what's going on," Melissa said, resisting the urge to do some mom-like coddling. "But for now we're going to let him sleep and see if that helps."
Derek	Derek nodded. Because he was good at waiting in a hospital, you see. Very good at it. "I'll let the sheriff know he's sleeping." And then spend a few hours staring at Stiles. Like a complete creeper.

Stiles	Sedatives were the best. They were awesome. Stiles approved. He woke up from a dreamless sleep, feeling better rested than he had in months. He frowned a little when he discovered he was alone but figured Derek went for coffee or something. He slid out of bed and out into the hall, where it was weirdly empty. "Derek? Melissa?" When that got no answer Stiles shuffled down the hall, looking for...well anybody, really. It eventually led him to an eerily empty room.
The Oni	Which meant it was a perfect time for Oni to show up! Three of them, even!
Stiles	Stiles was very proud of himself for not screaming. Though it may have drawn Derek there to help him. He tried backing away, only to find that the Oni had him surrounded on all sides. Well this wasn't good.
The Oni	The Oni directly in front of Stiles took a step closer, lifting up his hand to Stiles' neck. Now you stay still and let him look into your soul, Stiles.
Stiles	Yeah that was not going to happen. Really not going to happen. The hand got closer and Stiles was ready for the inevitable when suddenly...the Oni's hand was grabbed in mid-air. By him. A brief look of shock crossed his face before melting into something serious and cold. And that's when Stiles stopped being aware of what was happening.
The nogitsune	The nogitsune inside of Stiles had taken control, not wanting to get stabbed by Oni today, thanks. He kept the Oni's arm in a firm grip with one hand and then jabbed the other into its stomach.
The Oni	The Oni...well, it couldn't really look shocked but it did jerk as if in pain. The nogitsune's hand remained inside him for a few moments before jerking it out harshly. Then the Oni turned to dust.
The nogitsune	The nogitsune smiled to himself, looking down at his clenched fist. Slowly he unfurled his fingers to look down at the struggling firefly in his palm. Dropping the dying firefly to the floor, the nogitsune turned to stare at the other two Oni.
The Oni	The two Oni that seemed to realize this might not be a fight they can win. They each took a step towards Stiles, but when he didn't move an inch they evaporated, deciding to fight another day.
The nogitsune	That was easy enough. The nogitsune stood still, staring off into nothing for awhile. Possibly enjoying being in control of this body again.
Derek	He'd stepped away for five minutes to get coffee and Stiles was missing. Luckily, he hadn't been difficult to hunt down. "Stiles?"
Stiles	The nogitsune's shoulders slumped a little, immediately letting his posture take on something a little more Stiles. After a moment he let Stiles take control again, seeing as it was best to hide for a little while longer. Stiles blinked, not remembering what had happened after he stepped into the room. He knew time had gone by, but attributed that to some of the short blackouts he had been having recently. Must still be tired or something. "Yeah," he said, turning around to face Derek. "What's going on?"
Derek	"What are you doing in here?" Derek asked, looking around to make sure they were alone. Because he was a paranoid little man.
Stiles	"I was looking for you. Or Melissa," Stiles said. He did not mention the fact that he thought he blacked out again. No need to worry Derek more than he already had. "Everything okay?"
Derek	"Yeah." Not at all. Derek reached for his hand. "Are you?"
Stiles	"Yeah," he replied, giving Derek's hand a squeeze. "I feel a lot better." For now, at least. "Now can we tell Melissa that so I can get out of here? I hate hospitals."
Derek	"You sure?"
Stiles	"I'm fine," he said. "I just want to go home." Sure, he still didn't know what to make of the Barrow stuff but he wasn't sure how to make sense of it. So he'd let it be for now.
Derek	Derek gave his hand a squeeze back before pulling him in to put an arm around Stiles' shoulder. "We could both use a little more sleep." He was just going to have to sleep with you to make sure you didn't wander off again, Stiles.

[Taken from TW 3x17 "Silverfinger" and preplayed with the lovely

justlurkinghere who thankfully encourages me doing terrible things to her character. Warning: For violence (towards demons) and from here on out the catch up posts will be filled with non-con in the form of possession if you don't want to see that sort of thing. NFI, NFB but OOC is A-OK. You get a little break now from this catch up stuff for a week or two]

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