Nightmares.Nightmares upon nightmares upon nightmares.

Stiles woke with a small gasp, his eyes wide and frantic. They quickly searched the space beside him in his bed for you. His breathing was short and quick, coming out in small pants.

Immediately, his fingers curled around the fabric of your shirt. He shuffled himself closer to you, wanting to breathe in your scent. Anything to calm himself down.

But you were still here. That fact alone was enough to let his heart rate calm down a beat.