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1. When Stiles was five he was diagnosed with ADHD.
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“He just can’t sit still, Jake,” Morana Primorac-Stilinski said, phone tucked between her ear and shoulder. Stiles bounced around the kitchen. “And he’s come home with minus stickers. Minus stickers, Jake. How does that happen?”
“I don’t know,” Jake chuckled down the line. He was at the station, filling in for a sick deputy. “You sure it’s just not a sugar high?”
“Minus stickers,” Morana enunciated as she watched Stiles race from the kitchen and into the living room. “I’m taking him to the doctor tomorrow.”
“He’ll be fine, dear.”
“I know.” She pulled the phone away from her mouth to yell, “Ethelred Royal Stilinski, you had better not be doing what I think you’re doing.”
There was a beat of silence before Stiles slinked back into the kitchen and scuffed his feet on the floor. “Wasn’t doin’ nothing.”
“Hmm,” Morana said. “You want to talk to your dad?”
“Daddy!” Stiles shouted excitedly.
She laughed as she handed the phone over and tried not to worry.
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The next day, Morana wrung her hands in distress as she and Jake sat in the waiting room of Stiles’ pediatrician. Their son had taken to going in alone in the last year and it was nerve wracking for Morana. Jake placed a hand over her hands. “It’ll be fine,” he said.
The doctor had told them, privately, that Stiles might have ADHD, but he wanted to do some tests to be sure.
“But my baby! He needs to take medication!”
“Lots of kids do.”
“Yes, but they aren’t mine.”
Jake chuckled. He was about to reply when Stiles pelted down the hall and flung himself at his parents. “Dr. George says I’ve got AHDD.” Stiles frowned. “No that isn’t right. It’s uh, ADHD!” He smiled at Morana and Jake, who smiled back.
Dr. George grinned. “Stiles is a bright kid and we don’t want anything messing with that. So, we’ll start him off on a low dosage and see what happens. Have you read over the papers I gave you?”
“Yes, twice, and I’ll probably go home and google everything I can,” Morana admitted.
Dr. George laughed and said, “Well, please avoid some of those sites. They aren’t all reputable.”
Morana nodded seriously. Jake rolled his eyes and picked Stiles up. “We’ll talk to his teachers and make sure they know about this.”
“Miss Heather loves me and thinks I’m adorable,” Stiles said loudly.
Jake winced and moved his son away from his ear.
“I know,” Dr. George said with a big smile. “She talks about you and her other students all the time.”
Stiles gaped at his doctor. “You know Miss Heather?”
“She’s my sister and we all live together in my family house.”
“Oh, the one on the preserve?” Morana asked.
“Yep. All us Hales are like a big pack of wolves.”
Morana and Jake laughed, while Stiles frowned.
“I don’t get it,” the boy said.