You are the only person Stiles has told about his recent night terrors, and after learning this fact you had insisted on staying in his house with him for the night since he had told you that you were the only person that could calm him down from merely being near him.

You were sleeping soundly beside Stiles in the middle of the night when his nose scrunched and his brows furrowed, the same repetitive sentence slipping unconsciously from his parted lips.

"Don't let them in.. no, no please don't let them come in.."

After about five minutes of his sleep talking, his eyes shot open and he sat up while thrashing around.

Relentless yells and screams of fear and protest poured from his lips while he sent himself into a panic attack, his eyes wide and bloodshot and his breaths shallow and forced.