[Stiles was laughing, Jeep mercifully in park as he focused on texting Sam. His dad wasn't home at the moment; Stiles didn't normally drink at home, but tonight had just been...difficult.
Now, however, he didn't have a care in the world.]
[Stiles got distracted by the lights on his dashboard and held the 'k' button down too long, sending the text as he tossed his phone into the passenger seat and began screwing with the radio.]
Sam! [Stiles grinned, turning to blink at the hunter.] I was just about to go get more vodka for us...
[Sam sighed, kissing the teen's forehead. He wished there was a way to take the pain from Stiles. One less destructive than the alcohol his brother used as a crutch.]
When your head is so jumbled you feel like you're going to explode and the pills aren't working...I just needed it to stop. [Stiles sighed, lips curling into a drunken smile as Sam kissed his forehead, still without a care in the world.] ...So I made it stop.
[Sam frowned deeply at that, both in sadness for the teen and in fear. He'd completely forgotten that Stiles took prescription medication.]
Where do you keep your pills, Stiles?
[He needed to check the label right away. Getting the teen's stomach pumped might not be out of the question if alcohol reacted badly with his medication.]
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[Sam was already heading for his car.]
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[Stiles was laughing, Jeep mercifully in park as he focused on texting Sam. His dad wasn't home at the moment; Stiles didn't normally drink at home, but tonight had just been...difficult.
Now, however, he didn't have a care in the world.]
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Stay right where you are.
[Sam got into the Impala, speeding to Stiles' home. He needed to make sure the teen was alright.]
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[Sam knew it was bad form to text and drive, but he had to get to Stiles before he did anything stupid. Well, more stupid.
He got to the Stilinski home, rushing over to the teen's jeep and pulling open the door.]
Stiles?
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[Stiles got distracted by the lights on his dashboard and held the 'k' button down too long, sending the text as he tossed his phone into the passenger seat and began screwing with the radio.]
Sam! [Stiles grinned, turning to blink at the hunter.] I was just about to go get more vodka for us...
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Jesus, Stiles, how much did you drink?
[Sam gently pulled Stiles from the Jeep, holding him up with little effort.]
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[Sam sounded angry, but he was just terrified for his maybe-boyfriend. The teen was small, and a little alcohol went a long way.]
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No I don't what?
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Where do you keep your pills, Stiles?
[He needed to check the label right away. Getting the teen's stomach pumped might not be out of the question if alcohol reacted badly with his medication.]
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