A/N: Here is the latest installment… we get to see a little more plot development here. Sorry it took so long, sometimes real life has a way of draining you. I hope you like it… your reviews mean the world! Join me on Tumblr…. Chasechick!

Chapter 7

Obey Me

Stiles was broken from his panic induced trance by Melissa as she walked in his room with a dinner tray and began adjusting his IV bag. His father followed a moment after looking haggard and tired from another trying day as the Sheriff of Beacon Hills. Melissa and his father passed a knowing glance between each other before his father sat heavily in the chair beside his bed and rested a hand on Stiles's and gave him a small smile.

His doctor and another were stooped in conversation as they entered his room and all other thoughts of demons, Lydia, food or werewolves went out of his cluttered mind. He focused solely on their muttered whispering clinging for any sort of hope they might give that he would be fine and could leave the confines of his bed sooner rather than later.

"Well Mr. Stilinski it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Dr. Blake, the consulting neurosurgeon on your case. I've had a chance to review your scans, and I'm afraid it doesn't look good." The doctor got right to business and Stiles could feel the blood draining from his face his erratic heartbeat thumping in his ears. "I think the only way we are going to be able to fix your problem is through surgery." Stiles opened his mouth to question the doctor but couldn't find the words and he sat there opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water.

His father saw his son's reaction and voiced the question he knew he wanted to ask. "There aren't any other alternatives? Surgery is pretty serious, and what kind of surgery are we talking about?" His father pulled his hand from Stiles and ran it over his own neck in frustration.

The doctor shook his head acknowledging the question. "Well there are three disks that are currently herniated and it appears that a bundle of nerves is being pressed on by the swelling from the injury causing sharp pains, weakness, it could even cause temporary paralysis if the swelling increases. Now we could attempt to wait to see if the swelling subsides enough and attempt a manual realignment of the discs but we may just end up prolonging the inevitable. If we do it surgically we could put you under general anesthesia and relieve the pressure and align the spine and a temporary brace would be in place for a month or so to assure healing."

Stiles zone out. Something about the Doctor felt off, like he felt an eerie sense of foreboding just looking at the man. He was average looking, well built with a crop of dark hair and dark eyes but nothing that screamed "I'm a psychopath". Stiles just thought his anxiety and fear were causing him to lose touch with reality. Lash out at the man that wanted to cut him open.

"What do you think Stiles?" Dr. Blake asked turning his attention to him. Stiles jumped embarrassed because he hadn't been following along with the conversation and hadn't heard what he asked him.

"I'm sorry what?" Stiles asked and rubbed his eyes that suddenly felt blurry.

The Doctor leaned forward catching Stiles eye and suddenly Stiles felt icy cold. He brought his hand out to touch Stiles's sock clad foot and a painful jolt rocketed up Stiles's body causing him to flinch and bite his already tender lip. Something wasn't right, either this doctor was something other than human or Stiles had seriously taken a walk off the deep end.

"I…uh… I need to think about it and talk it over with my dad, maybe." He swallowed nervously but was finally able to suck in a large breathe of air as the doctor broke eye contact and removed his hand from him. He felt like he was back in the ice water bath all over again, chilled to the bone like he'd never be warm again. He could feel the shivering and trembling of his body all over.

The Doctor nodded and smiled pleasantly at the other doctor and his father and Melissa. Did no one else feel like death itself had walked into the door to pay him a visit?

"Stiles are you okay?" Melissa asked kneeling down on his other side. "You look like you've just seen a ghost." She laid the back of her hand on his forehead and it felt warm and soothing. "Jesus you're freezing." She cast a look over to his father a worried crease between her eyes. She retrieved another blanket from the closet attempting to warm him up. She even went out to the nurse's station and changed his IV bag out with warmed saline but still Stile's shivered.

"You're going to think I'm crazy," Stiles muttered through the chatter of his teeth. "There was something wrong with that guy. Like seriously wrong… like he felt… evil." Stiles finished and closed his eyes as he was wracked with tremors like he was being shocked all over again. "Couldn't you feel it?" He asked them as he peered blearily toward them.

Stiles heard the chirp of his phone as he got a message. He tried to slide the screen but his fumbling fingers caused him to drop the phone in the pile of blankets. Melissa retrieved it for him and slid her hand across the screen. She brought her hand to her mouth in shock. "It's from Scott. He said Deaton and he are on their way here but they know for certain something is in Beacon Hills."

Though Stiles was frightened at the news he couldn't help it as blackness pulled at his vision and he blacked out. The darkness was breathing on him the instant he fell into unconsciousness. And for the first time it spoke, though he couldn't see it, it was a mere shadow against the inky blackness that surrounded him. Its voice was raspy and deep. "Obey me. Obey me. Do as I say." Stiles tried to move in the darkness to distance him from the horrible voice and shadow but the shadow blurred and reappeared in front of him. "Do as I tell you or watched your loved ones burn." The shadowy figure proclaimed and it stepped into Stiles and he felt an overwhelming pain, like the searing of pain across his chest.

Someone was screaming loudly, uncontrollably but he couldn't tell who. As he reemerged from the darkness he realized that the screaming was coming from him. "Stiles, Stiles!" He could hear both his father and Melissa shouting.

"Hold him down, I think he's having a seizure." Melissa had shouted and he felt pressure pushing him back down into the bed. He couldn't feel the pain in his shoulder or his ribs or leg, not even his back as he arched off the gurney. No the pain was in his chest as though the evil shadow had tried to rip his very heart from his chest. He managed to gain enough wits to shut his mouth and the terrifying screaming stopped abruptly. He was panting heavily and drenched in sweat as he opened his eyes.

"Stiles, talk to me. What is going on?" Melissa asked him. She peeled the layers of blankets on him to find him drenched in sweat from head to toe.

"It was inside me. Oh my god I feel like I'm going to catch fire." He half cried.

"Tell me does something hurt?" Melissa asked confused and looked as if she were afraid to touch him for fear of hurting him further.

He couldn't form words. What if the darkness was within him, possessing him? What if he were forced to hurt his own family and friends powerless to stop it? He couldn't even keep on one train of thought as Melissa asked him over and over what was wrong.

Lydia had crept in the room behind them, her eyes wide at the commotion and surveyed his current state. "His heart, I can feel it there." She whispered.

Melissa moved quickly peeling back the sweat dampened gown off his good shoulder to look at his chest. There in the middle a large raised angry looking welt was burned across his skin. Stiles could smell the burned flesh and thought he might be sick. Cool hands were on his neck again and her soft voice whispered in his ear to stay with her to look at her. He turned his head obediently and looked into her soft eyes. She smiled at him and kept running her cold delicate hands across his face and body.

Melissa had gone and retrieved his doctor but thankfully the neurosurgeon (if that's what he was at all) remained absent. They buzzed around him hooking up monitors and speaking quickly in hospital jargon. He focused solely on Lydia's face and felt a measure of calm slide over him.

He mouthed the words "thank you" to her and she simply nodded as they turned their attention to the adults in the room. His heart rate was still elevated, his oxygen level well below normal but slowly climbing. Perhaps the most ominous of all was his temperature. It had catapulted to a staggering 108 degrees. They all looked at each other confused. What had happened to him while he had slept? Melissa slipped a nose cannula on him and he could feel dry puffs of air seep out. He laid his head back on the pillow and gripped Lydia's hand in his own.

They examined the burn before applying copious amounts of ointment to it and lightly bandaging it. When the doctor shook his head and bid him goodbye the rest stared at each other in silence. The silence was only broken when Deaton and Scott came strolling in the room, a serious expression on both their faces.

"We have a problem." Deaton announced as Scott shut the door in an attempt to offer them privacy.

"What happened?" Scott asked. All eyes turned to Stiles as they waited for him to explain.

Stiles swallowed thickly and began. "It all started with the sacrifice, dying, whatever you want to call it. Ever since then I've felt… off. I've had trouble sleeping, I've just had this overwhelming sense that something is coming, and something is lurking just out of reach. That paranoia of something watching me started following me when I was awake. It started getting stronger even today, until… Until the neurosurgeon came in for the consult. When he looked at me… and then he touched me and I could feel power surge through me. I felt so cold like I'd never be warm again. I couldn't fight the blackness after that it pulled me under. It kept saying… Obey me, or everyone you love will burn. Then it stepped into me… and it felt like my heart was going to explode. I woke up feeling like I had already caught fire. This," he motioned with his head at his current state, " is the result. It actually burned me… whatever it was… but what if it's in me?" Stiles said growing more alarmed as he continued.

"I can feel it." Lydia announced. "Sort of like I feel death or whatever… but not quite… but I feel it growing stronger. When I walked in and saw Stiles… it felt like it was right in this room. It's fading quickly now." Lydia shakily announced.

Deaton observed quietly for a moment. "It's starting to make a little more sense now." Every eye was riveted on him waiting for him to deliver his news. "Lydia and Stiles shared a connection before, and even more so after the ritual sacrifice, add to it that she can already sense some supernatural events would lead me to believe her more than anyone can sense it. I think during the sacrifice something else set its sights on you two. And from what you mentioned it definitely sounds demonic in nature… it sounds like its possessing people and it really wants your help Stiles."

"H-Help with what?" Stiles asked shakily as Lydia leaned her head back against his.

"I don't know," Deaton said. "But I think we're going to find out."