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“Soon I will take full control over his body and he will die. First he gets weak and pale, then he’s always cold and always in pain, a dull ache will always be there, then he’s start throwing up blood and getting lightheaded, then finally his legs will give out and he will start losing consciousness and he will die slow and in pain.” The void had said. It had sent a chill down Scott’s spine
Hours later Scott stood in Derek’s apartment. He had been spaced out since the void had told Scott that stiles was going to die, slow and in pain. He knew he had to tell the others but he was putting it off though he knew he would have to soon, for Stiles sake. Oh, god. How was he supposed to tell Stiles this? Sheriff Stilinski? Everyone would scramble to find some way to save Stiles, Scott knew that. He had to tell the others, now. But how was he supposed to start that conversation? ‘Hey everyone, Stiles is going to die.’
“Are you alright, Scott?” Someone asked.
Scott looked up to see Kira looking at him with her eyebrows furrowed together.
The group, Scott, Kira, Allison, Derek, Lydia, Issac, Sherif Stilinski, his mom, Mr.Argent, Peter, everyone but Stiles. Scott knew it was now or never
“Yeah. Why?” Scott asked
“You just seem spaced out and you’re kind of pale.” Kira says
Everyone’s attention has turned to Scott and Kira’s conversation. Scott swallows hard and takes a deep breath.
“It’s just the void told me something and it’s been bothering me.” Scott says cautiously.
“What was it?” Allison asks
“It said….” Scott trails off “It said it would take over Stiles body and our Stiles would die a slow painful death.”
Scott lists off the process in which Stiles is meant to die in the order the Void had said it. Everyone’s faces hardened. Allison bit her lip and the Sheriff stared off in shock.
“We can save him. Right?” Issac asks
“I don’t know.” Scott says honestly and it only seems to bring down the mood more. The Sheriff is still staring off
“My son is going to die?” The Sheriff asks
Everyone stays silent and Scott looks down, tears welling. How is he supposed to live without his best friend?
“I’m what?” A small, cracking voice asks.
Everyone’s heads whip around to see Stiles standing in the door. Stiles face is tired and pale. When no one answers him he nods knowingly and takes a few steps back.
“It’s okay. I knew it was going to happen. It’s going to kill me. Isn’t it?” Stiles says.
Scott’s throat tightens.
“Stiles, we’re going to do something. You’ll be ok.” Scott says taking a few steps toward Stiles.
Stiles smiles sadly, not making eye-contact.
“I hope you’re right.” Is all Stiles says before he walks away.
Scott’s raise hand toward Stiles falls limply to his side.
“We’re not going to be able to save him. Are we?” Issac says, brutally honest.
Scott just bites his lip and stay silent.
***
Over the next few days is when what the Void said starts happening. The next day Stiles gets paler and the dark circles under his eyes grow. Stiles swears he’s fine but everyone knows he’s lying. The day after that he’s wrapped in blankets and not moving from the couch. When Scott puts his hand on Stiles shoulder Scott’s veins turn black from the amount of pain he absorbs.
“You’re in pain.” Scott says
“It’s not that bad. It’s more like a dull ache.” Stiles says
“Where?” Scott asks
“Everywhere.” Stiles says blowing on his hands for warmth.
Scott looks at him with concern. Stiles sees him looking and lets out a cold huff of laughter.
“I know what you’re thinking. My dad told me how I’m supposed to die with being cold and in constant pain one of the symptoms, like now.”
“I’m not going to let you die, Stiles.” Scott says
“What if you can’t stop it?” Stiles asks
“I will.” Scott says
Stiles simply smiles tiredly and shakes his head
“I really don’t know if you can this time.” Stiles says simply
“You don’t mean that.” Scott says. He can already feels his throat tightening with the tears threatening to spill.
“Scott. I need you to promise me something.” Stiles says
Scott nods “okay.”
“If you can’t save me. Kill me. Please?” Stiles says
Scott’s heart drops fast. He feels himself getting light headed. He couldn’t kill Stiles. He can even bear the thought of him dying in general. How was he supposed to do it?
“I can’t do that.” Scott says standing slowly
Stiles doesn’t look up. “I need you to. I can’t let that thing hurt anyone else. Maybe if I’m dead….”
“No. We’ll find a way. Okay? Don’t think like that.” Scott says turning serious
Stiles opens and closes his mouth seeming to want to say something but it doesn't come out. Stiles is silent for a moment before he speaks up.
“Okay.” He says
Scott nods satisfied and pats Stiles shoulder in relief.
***
The next days the symptoms worsen. Stiles is still pale, with dark eye bags, freezing cold, and in pain but now he’s getting weaker. Sometimes he struggles to stand. He looks miserable and it breaks Scott’s heart.
Later that day the track down the Void in an attempt to kill it and save Stiles but everyone is beat down.
“Face it children. Your friend will die and I will take his body. Nothing can stop it now. All I have to disappear until he’s dead.” The void says simply like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
“I’ll kill you before I let that happen!” Scott yells holding the slash through his side tightly while one the floor.
The Void laughs cold and bitter “Your already too late.” It says before it vanishes into thin air.
After everyone returns to Scott’s house and gets fixed up Scott decides to check on Stiles with Lydia.
The walk into the living room to find Stiles laying in the couch, eyes open, staring off into space.
“Stiles?” Lydia calls softly
Stiles looks over slowly and sits up rubbing his temple. “Headache?” Scott asks “Yeah. It’s fine.” Stiles says visibly exhausted “When was the last time you slept, man?” Scott asks Stiles shrugs. “It’s hard to sleep. When I do I have horrible dreams still.” Scott nods. He wishes he could do something to save his best friend, or at least stop his pain. Stiles collapses back on the couch motionless. He looks tired, exhausted, weak, and overall done with everything. Lydia frowns and pats his shoulder. “Feel better.” She says before leaving Scott runs a hand through Stiles hair. “Yeah.” Scott says before leaving, sparing a glance back at and the pale and tired Stiles on the couch.
***
The next day Scott wakes to the sound of retching. He jolts awake in the armchair to find the couch where Stiles had been empty. Scott jumps to his feet and follows the sound to the bathroom where Stiles is collapsed in front of the toilet throwing up, gripping the sides of the toilet so hard his knuckles are white. Once Stiles is finish and leans against the wall is when Scott sees it. Scott’s heart drops when he sees that the vomit is the toilet in mixed with a large amount of blood. The Voids voice rings through his head
”Then he will start throwing up blood.”
It’s was going down just as it had said and it terrified Scott. Scott got down on the ground next to Stiles who was breathing heavy and sweating. Scott rubbed Stiles back until his breathing returned to normal.
”Do you need help back to the couch?” Scott asks softly
Stiles nods and Scott puts his arm around his shoulder then drags him back to the couch where Stiles sinks into it immediately and closes his eyes.
Scott doesn’t sleep. Just watched Stiles sleeping form in horror. The next symptom was continued throwing up blood and being extremely lightheaded and dizzy then he would lose the ability to walk. Scott knows Stiles is acting fine but deep inside he’s is so much pain and it’s only going to get worse. How will Scott be able to handle Stiles death? No, he won’t let that happen. He has to save Stiles. He’s his best friend, the one who’s always been there for him. He has to do something
Scott stays awake until the sun starts rising and he finally falls asleep. He wakes hours later to screaming. His eyes shoot open to find Stiles breathing heavily, his fist balled in his shirt.
”Nightmare?” Scott asks
Stiles dosent get the chance to respond before he’s shooting up and stumbling, almost falling over as a clear wave of dizziness hits him and he stumbles into the bathroom.
Scott hears the throwing up noise again and a cold feeling spreads through him. Other people start coming into the living room and when the see Scott’s face and Stiles in the bathroom, throwing up, they know exactly what’s going on.
”When did the throwing up start?” Melissa asks
”Early this morning. Around 2AM. That’s his second time throwing up blood.” Scott says
Melissa and Sheriff Stilinski share a worried look, Allison has her arms holding herself, Derek stands there looking down.
”So it’s lightheadedness and his legs giving out next.” Derek says
Before anyone can say anything else Stiles stumbles out of the bathroom, his shaky hand on the wall for support. He’s sweating again and somehow looks even worse.
”Are you okay?…..how are your legs feeling?” The Sheriff asks
Stiles smiles bitterly
”I’m fine. Just feeling lightheaded……What? Trying to see if the next symptoms have kicked in yet?” Stiles says
Everyone tenses at the words.
”I know that next my legs will give out, then I’ll not be able to leave bed, then I will stay fading in and out of consciousness, then I’ll die.” Stiles says bitterly and miserable
No one says anything. They just stand in tense silence.
”Stiles don’t say that. We’ll find a way.” Scott says
Stiles eyebrows furrow a little and he smiles, miserable
”Dad? Can you take me home? If I’m gonna die I want to do in my bed.” Stiles says
Sheriff Stilinski tenses but nods
”I’ll come with.” Scott says
The others also agree on coming with and everyone piles into cars and heads to the Stilinski house. The Sheriff helps Stiles up to his room where Stiles collapses into his bed.
In the end everyone decided to leave Stiles alone for a while.
Scott sits outside Stiles door while everyone else sits downstairs.
Scott taps his foot nervously. What is he going to do? Stiles is on deaths door and there’s nothing he can do. They have tried tracking down the Void agian. Nothing. They have tried all the weird medicine and rituals supernatural and human. Nothing has worked. Now Scott has to just sit here as his best friend dies in-front of him. No. There has to be something he can do.
A sinking feeling surges through Scott as he realizes there’s truly nothing he can do. Stiles is going to die and he can’t stop it. He’s going to lose one of the most important people in his life and there’s nothing he can do. Tears stream down his face. Scott’s alone so no one can hear him. Stiles is sleeping. Quiet sobs ripple through Scott’s throat. He feels truly helpless. He cries on the floor for an hour before the tears stop.