[Stiles knows the yelling is bad, too, but right now he's a lot more worried about the fact that his best friend is struggling to breathe than the fact that it might draw unwanted attention. He's seen Scott have asthma attacks before, but not in ages. Not since he was bitten. It was one of the few things that Stiles knew Scott was glad about when it came to being a werewolf.
And he doubted Scott had an inhaler with him. Why would he, really?
He runs. As fast as he can toward the sound of where he's heard their voices and seconds later, he's kneeling down on the other side of Scott, glancing Lydia over and trying to see if she's injured. She looks okay, and he focuses his attention on Scott.]
PACK SPAM! ♥
And he doubted Scott had an inhaler with him. Why would he, really?
He runs. As fast as he can toward the sound of where he's heard their voices and seconds later, he's kneeling down on the other side of Scott, glancing Lydia over and trying to see if she's injured. She looks okay, and he focuses his attention on Scott.]
Hey, man. You're okay, Scott.