This is my first TW fic, and, actually, only my second fic ever! So go easy on me ;) It's really short but I wanted to see if people like where it's going and if so, i'll definitely write more. Enjoy!
Some inspiration taken from this song ... {/watch?v=hgUfx8c1W_E}
But it's not just someone to hold you under. It needs to be someone who can pull you back. Someone that has a strong connection to you. A kind of emotional tether.
An emotional tether, Lydia muses, as she looks down at Stiles. He's sprawled out next to her on his bed, sound asleep, resembling a hibernating bear. She can't help but feel her heart ache for him. It had been a rough few days and this was the first time he'd been able to sleep for more than 3 hours consecutively. She gently places her hand on his forehead and examines the dark circles under his eyes. He was burning up. She reaches for the cloth and Evian bottle on his bedside table.
She had been contemplating Deaton's words since the sacrifice but particularly in the last few days. Stiles had begun to spiral out of control. He was lost in his head, falling prey to his own mind. Deaton was right. As usual, his words were prophetic. This was the very reason she was here tonight, playing nurse to Stiles Stilinski. The others had tried, even Scott, but when he started losing touch with reality, Lydia was the only one who could reach him. It seemed that her presence was indeed pivotal in keeping Stiles sane - a kind of emotional tether.
His eyes flutter open as she places the damp cloth to his head. He looks at her, surprised.
"Stiles?" she queries.
"I was dreaming. It was a dream within a dream," he explains, breathlessly.
"A nightmare?" she asks.
"Lydia what are you-" he loses his train of thought as he begins to notice a blinding light out of the corner of his eye. He stumbles to his feet and makes his way towards the vision.
"Stiles, where are you going?"
"To close the door"
"Just go back to sleep"
"I should close it"
"Don't worry about it"
"What if someone gets in?"
"Like who? Just go back to sleep"
"But what if they get in?"
"Stiles, there's no one here," Lydia promises, as she makes her way towards him.
"You can't …. can you not hear that noise?" Stiles stutters, trying to steady his breath.
"Stiles, hey, trust me," Lydia assures, gently placing her hand to his left cheek and turning his head to meet her gaze. " There's no one there. It's just your mind again," The physical contact seems to relax him as he lets out an exhausted sigh and sinks his head into Lydia's hand. "It's ok. Lie down," she says softly, guiding him back to his bed.
