thirty-nine ➢ voice & spam

[patheticvillain]

Needy's in a coma. Nobody gets to draw on her.

[With the obvious exception of him.]

[And this time he doesn't light a candle in the chapel. Doing so would be implicit admission of his own doubt that she'd wake up.]

[She will. She's too goddamn alive to vanish like she never was.]

[Instead he treats this like an extended study and planning period. He can almost always be found in the library or on the deck, ready heavy, dusty tomes on demonology.]

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Voice -- Private

[voluntaryapnea]

[Stiles rubs a hand over his face. This barge coma thing grates on him. Scott once told him he has no chance of figuring out what causes it or why it happens to certain people and not others, but he sure as hell wants to know. He wants answers.]

I don't want to draw on her, man, but if you or she need anything, let me know.

Voice -- Private

[patheticvillain]

Yeah, no. I will, definitely.

[As it was with Lydia, this is probably a lie, at least for the moment. He's amped up and paranoid and doesn't want anyone near her, just in case. She'll probably make fun of him for it later if she finds out. He doesn't care - just doesn't want her to get hurt, or disappear.]

I mean, it'll probably be over soon. So it's fine. [It's definitely not fine.]

Voice -- Private

[voluntaryapnea]

[Truthfully, selfish as it is, he doesn't want to sit at the bedside of someone else that he likes and cares about and wonder if and when they're going to wake up. He's done that so many times. He wonders if it ever really makes any difference anyway.]

All right. I'm sure Scott would help out if you need it, too. [Because that's the kind of guy that Scott is.]

Voice -- Private

[patheticvillain]

Yeah, I know he will. I'll hit him up. Or he'll track me down, whichever.