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Scott McCall ([personal profile] semifreakingnormal) wrote2014-06-26 10:03 pm

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[The video feed is shaky when it flicks on, and over the crackle of static, there is something that sounds like wheezing. It takes a moment for words to come through, and the shakycam kicks it up a notch as Scott stumbles over - he doesn't want to know. The glow illuminates his face, fuzzing in and out.

He's sweating, his hair no longer carefully gelled up falling over his forehead. The wheezing comes from him, in time with the horrible gasping his chest is doing, like he's trying to fill his lungs and just - can't. His chest is tight, distress crackles through him.]


I can't - I can't find--

[It's been so long since he had an asthma attack that he almost doesn't get what's happening. It feels like a panic attach, like he imagines they must feel. He's seen Stiles have them so often. He gasps and drops to his knees, holding tight to the communicator, though now the only decent view is of the dirt.]

Can't find - anyone--

[He feels like he's ten again, stuck in the Beaconburger with his parents, and they're arguing again, and all he wants to do is force air down his windpipe so his dad won't get angry. Every puff of the inhaler costs money. He just doesn't want them to fight anymore, he doesn't want his dad to yell at his mom because he has asthma. It's not her fault, it's his.

Yellow and gray dots are starting to dance across his eyes, but it's okay, it'll be okay. He's not a wimp. I'll breathe, he wants to say. I'll breathe, I'll breathe, I'll breathe. But he's not ten anymore, and his dad was wrong - it's not all in his head.]


Can't breathe--
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[personal profile] voluntaryapnea 2014-06-30 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]


Hey, man. You're okay, Scott.
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[personal profile] lydiascreams 2014-06-30 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Lydia holds on to Scott's hand just as tightly when he takes it, and as Stiles approaches them, she reaches behind Scott's back and rubs it soothingly. He can't breath, he needs to stand up right so he can feel his lungs filling up.

Because hopefully it's all in his head.]


There's nothing wrong, Scott. Just focus on Stiles.

We're all okay, we're all together now.

[She looks over at Stiles, her eyes wide and she hopes he knows what to do to help Scott. She knows he will. He's Stiles. He always knows.]
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[personal profile] voluntaryapnea 2014-07-03 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[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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[personal profile] lydiascreams 2014-07-03 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[When Scott and Stiles reach for each other, Lydia steps back to give them more room and to give Scott some air. Her eyes are wide because for a full moment, she doesn't even realize Scott has Asthma. And then she remembers.

She remembers awkward Stiles and Scott in the playground when they were kids, she remembers watching Scott being unable to breathe in horror. And she remembers Stiles running back to his side with his long limbs and an inhaler in his hand, to save his best friend's life.

And now she's watching him do it again, as she's sure he's done countless times over the years as she uselessly steps back and keeps rubbing Scott's back gently, trying to soothe him.

She watches them and feels exactly like she did when they were kids. A mix of being terrified for the boy who can't breathe and jealous that he has a best friend, a brother who is there to help him. She's never had a best friend like that. Not until Allison.

But she knows she has to snap out of it. This isn't about her, or Allison.

It's about Scott and them being a pack and her reminding herself that she belongs with them now. She wants to ask Stiles what she can do to help, but he's telling Scott his story and she suddenly remembers reading that there isn't much they can do without an inhaler. Just keep him calm so he starts breathing normally again.

And that's what Stiles is going for. So she just watches him with wide eyes and nods, trying her best to be supportive because she knows she can't do much else.]
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[personal profile] voluntaryapnea 2014-07-05 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Stiles misses Melissa McCall, too. She's always been like a second mother to him. She's probably bandaged as many of his cuts and bruises over the years as she has Scott's, has soothed his nightmares and rocked him back to sleep on more than one occasion. Even though she's always been kind of scary when she yells -- truthfully Stiles has always been more afraid of her disapproval than anything -- Stiles wishes she was there right now because she would definitely know what to do to help Scott now.

He's trying as hard as he can, he watches as Scott manages to get a breath in and let it back out, wheezing in a way that will never cease to be terrifying. But it's still a breath. And a breath means life.

He squeezes his best friend's hand, a short laugh escaping him at his words.]


In my hair, all over your face. Remember that look on my mom's face?

[Claudia hadn't been angry. She'd been amused. Tried not to laugh, actually. It seemed like no matter what kind of trouble Stiles got himself or both of them into, Claudia had just found them amusing unless one of them was seriously injured. He's barely even aware of the fact that he's talking about his mom, barely aware of the reasons why he's chosen this particular memory that is so vivid, like it was yesterday.]
Edited 2014-07-05 21:35 (UTC)
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[personal profile] lydiascreams 2014-07-05 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[When Scott's fingers flex around her hand, Lydia squeezes it. She remains quiet but she wants him to know she's there. There's no need for her to say anything or take his focus away from Stiles, who seems to be somewhat successful at getting Scott's attention and keeping it on him.

And then when Scott settles against the wall, she turns her attention back on Stiles.

Of course, she doesn't expect him to so openly mention his mom. Again. Stiles never really talks about her. Of course Lydia knows what happened, after the Nogitsune made them believe he was sick like she had been, she became a specialist on frontotemporal dementia. Luckily, that was all a lie. A trick.

She just hopes this trick Stiles is trying to pull is enough to bring Scott back.]
Edited 2014-07-06 00:07 (UTC)
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[personal profile] voluntaryapnea 2014-07-10 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[In the deepest, darkest parts of his mind, he wishes that all that had been wrong back home was that he was sick like his mom. As terrible as it is, as scared as he'd been, at least no one else would have gotten hurt from it. Not like they'd gotten hurt because of Void.

He's pretty sure that he wouldn't have gotten through losing his mom in the first place if it hadn't been for Scott and Melissa. He'd spent so much time with them after she'd died and his dad was depressed all the time and drinking. He'd practically lived in their house for awhile. Scott might not have known what to say, but his constant presence, his unwavering silent support had been invaluable. It still is.

He glances over his shoulder when Scott fixes his gaze somewhere behind him, but he sees nothing but darkness. It only takes him a second to realize what's happening. Scott's hallucinating. And he knows exactly who he's hallucinating about. It hits him like a punch to the gut, and all the air rushes out of his own lungs because he suddenly feels like they're nine again, and Scott's upset because his dad's been yelling and god he hates Rafael McCall all over again.]


Hey, no. It's okay, Scott. We'll just tell him that I misplaced it, okay? He can be mad at me instead. It'll be fine. [He tries to smile reassuringly when it reality now he wants to cry.]
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[personal profile] voluntaryapnea 2014-07-23 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Stiles shoots Lydia a look somewhere between terror and panic before he looks back at Scott.]

It's okay, buddy. It's not a big deal. I probably did misplace it. Wouldn't be the first time, right?

[He is on the verge of tears and he struggles not to let them fall because he has to stay calm. He has to. Scott needs him to stay calm the way he'd needed Scott to stay calm back home when he'd had a panic attack. He wills breath into his friend's lungs, wills him to hold on. Prays to a god he's not sure he's ever really believed in that Scott can.]