Amnesia

[stylin_stiles]

Stiles groaned as he slowly moved in his head, his head pounding like he'd been beaten with a two-by-four. He winced when he felt light shinning down on him, too bright for how his room usually was. "What the hell?" he grumbled, blinking until his eyes finally adjusted enough to see bright light shinning down on him. He jumped, quickly sitting up in bed...a bed that was a lot smaller than his and had rails on either side. He suddenly heard the beeps of all the machines behind him, hooked up to him. What the hell? He tried to remember being in some kind of accident, but last thing he could recall was just going to bed like any other school night.

He looked around the room but found himself alone. He pulled back the covers, pulling out the wires that were taped to his body with a slight wince. "Hello?" he asked, voice gruff from lack of use and lack of water. He slowly got to his feet, finding himself a little lightheaded as he went into the hallway. "Hello?"

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[sourwolf_hale]

"I know it does. But it's not. Derek can explain it better than I can. Apparently it's super rare or whatever," Scott said as he watched the sheriff head to his cruiser.

[stylin_stiles]

"Uh huh," he nodded, still not looking remotely convinced. "Ok so if I'm not a wolf then what the hell am I doing living with Derek? Did my dad throw me out or something?"

[sourwolf_hale]

"No, he didn't throw you out. Derek just... rebuilt the house, you guys got close, and then you moved in with.him once it was done," he simplified. It was an over simplification but it was something.