[It's Stiles' arm he finds and Stiles reaches up and clasps Scott's hand with his own. Think, he orders himself. He's seen this happen before, so many times over the year that at some point he'd started carrying around an inhaler himself just in case Scott lost his. He wishes like hell he'd thought to ask the Admiral for one to stuff in his bag, but it hadn't occurred to him.
They need to get Scott calm because the panic and fear will only make the asthma attack worse.]
It's okay. It's okay, Scottie. [The nickname slips from him like they're eight years old again and Stiles has just lost his mom. He needs something, something that will calm and anchor his best friend. A memory.]
Remember when we were -- I think we were maybe six? Before my mom started getting sick. And your mom and my mom decided that while we were watching movies, they'd do some baking? Cause it was almost Christmas time. And they made that chocolate cake and it was cooling on the counter while they went outside to do something else? Remember how we decided to be helpful and icing it for them?
[He leans in closer, laying his other hand on Scott's shoulder.]
So we dragged a kitchen chair over to the counter so we could find the icing containers and we couldn't decide which one to use so we opened three different kinds so we could taste test first to see which one would work best with chocolate. And by the time they got back inside we were both covered in frosting and half sick?
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They need to get Scott calm because the panic and fear will only make the asthma attack worse.]
It's okay. It's okay, Scottie. [The nickname slips from him like they're eight years old again and Stiles has just lost his mom. He needs something, something that will calm and anchor his best friend. A memory.]
Remember when we were -- I think we were maybe six? Before my mom started getting sick. And your mom and my mom decided that while we were watching movies, they'd do some baking? Cause it was almost Christmas time. And they made that chocolate cake and it was cooling on the counter while they went outside to do something else? Remember how we decided to be helpful and icing it for them?
[He leans in closer, laying his other hand on Scott's shoulder.]
So we dragged a kitchen chair over to the counter so we could find the icing containers and we couldn't decide which one to use so we opened three different kinds so we could taste test first to see which one would work best with chocolate. And by the time they got back inside we were both covered in frosting and half sick?