Bobby Finstock hated these kinds of announcements; where he had to get in front of his team, some of them he didn't even hate that much, and tell them that there was a memorial for students, it never got easier.
Regardless, he walked out of the office with the clipboard of the flier and addressed the lacrosse team who looked at him expectantly.
"Practice has been pushed back till tomorrow due to the school memorial for Allison Argent and Aiden Steiner. It's not mandatory to go but if you do, the dress code is formal. McCall, Lydia Martin, Mr. Argent and Ethan Steiner will all be speaking, and Danny has prepared a piece with the rest of the band. If you feel as though you need someone to talk to, Ms. Morell's office is open for three hours after school to anyone who needs to talk about it, and my door is always open. Any questions?"
When the lacrosse team started to file back out of the locker room after a resounding no, Bobby started to make his way out as well. Since he didn't have to coach lacrosse, he was going to go home and try to find some sort of suit; he had just been talking to Ethan about joining the team since the teen had expressed his interest and while that interest may have also been in Danny, he couldn't help but be excited with his enthusiasm. He was going to put in an order for his jersey when he had gotten the news two days ago. He had a feeling that he wasn't going to practice while grieving his twin, nor would he make him.
But when he started to walk past the lockers, that's when he saw Stilinski with his back pressed against the row of lockers as he was struggling to breathe. his face pale. Bobby's first thought as he crouched next to the teen was an allergic reaction until he couldn't see any sort of rash. Like a stroke of luck, he remembered what the sheriff had told him when he originally joined the team.
"He can be susceptible to panic attacks, but he hasn't had one in a few years."
"Hey, you wanna tell me five things you can see in here? Stilinski?" Adamantly, he hadn't taken the class on how to stop an anxiety attack in a few years, but he knew one thing and that was that he had to ground this teenager before he passed out and caused a fresh stack of paperwork.
"Y-you, my shoes, your whi-whistle, my hand, the lockers."
"What about feeling? What are four things you can feel?"
"Your hand on my shoulder, my heart pounding, the cold floor... and guilt."
Bobby tried to brush that thought away because he had no idea how the uncoordinated, clumsy teenager could feel guilty about the death of two students, but he also knew survivor's guilt was too real of a thing. He pressed on regardless, making a mental note to refer him to Morrell later. 'That's her expertise after all.'
"What are three things you can hear, Stilinski?"
"Your voice, my voice, and someone outside of the gym door."
'Please don't be another student struggling with grief. Just because I said my door was open didn't mean I'm equipped for it today.' Bobby thought to himself as he noticed that while the teenager was no longer struggling to breathe, he was still way too pale and looked ready to throw up or fall asleep. 'This kid had better not throw up on me.' They didn't need to go through the rest of the grounding steps, he wasn't panicking any more.
So Bobby slid the trash can to Stilinski in case he did throw up before standing up and unlocking the gym door to see McCall standing in his suit in front of him. "McCall, I'm in the middle of a situation right now."
But McCall pushed, actually pushed, past him and made a beeline toward Stiles, sitting on the floor in a suit that was definitely a rental which made Bobby cringe as they spoke in whispers. If there was any way he could leave McCall with Stilinski, he would, but he had the memorial in an hour and the other teen needed to go home or to a hospital. So, he broke up the moment with a reminder.
"McCall, I need to take him to the nurse and you have the memorial in an hour."
"Are you sure you-?"
"I've got him. Get out of here."
After a moment of hesitation, Scott did stand up, stopping to squeeze Stilinski's shoulder with a quick "text me when you get home," before leaving the gym, leaving them alone once again.
"Do you want me to take you to the nurse now?"
"No, my legs are still shaky," Stiles responded with a shaky breath before turning back to Bobby, "thanks for the help though."
"You're welcome," Bobby nodded back, because he knew that if he said "any time", that meant that the kid would think he could come back and do this all over again. Just because he would help him didn't mean he was welcoming it, "maybe go to Morrell next time."
"Copy that, Coach." Seeing Stilinski grin was enough reassurance for Bobby that he didn't have to worry too much.