Derek's POV
"Why can't you ever listen Stiles? I told you to stay at home but no you had to walk into the woods and insult a witch! A witch Stiles? Really?"The idiot in question just stared at me, face blank, not saying a word. Of course, he couldn't because the moron had gotten himself paralyzed for snarking a witch.
"Okay Derek that's enough, I think he's learnt his lesson" Deaton said laughing. "This paralysis is more potent than kanima venom because it's a spell. It will wear off slowly and in parts. Right now Stiles can't even talk or make facial expressions but the spell shouldn't last more than a week."
"Well at least he can't get himself into any more trouble, for a while." Scott. Always looking at the bright side of things. "Yeah but now we're stuck with taking care of his paralyzed ass"
"I'll call mum and see if she can help with anything, and ugh someone should probably call his dad." Great. This is going to be so much fun.
Stiles POV
This isn't going to be fun at all. It's not going to be remotely enjoyable. Stupid witch. Stupid spell. Stupid itchy nose now that I can't move to scratch it. I couldn't even roll my eyes at Derek.
At first I had panicked. It felt like being trapped and I don't much like that but I soon realized I couldn't hyperventilate either. That at least was a good thing.
So now I'm stuck. Floppy and useless. All I can do is move my eyes.I'm going to get so bored so fast. Crap what about my Dad? What's he going to do? I can't even talk-oh he probably won't be too upset then. When the witch cursed me I blacked out and let me tell you, waking up to an angry werewolf screaming in your face is not a fun experience, especially when all you can do is stare back. Poor Scott thought I was brain damaged. If only.