Febuwhump 2026 Day 25: What Flares After
Fibro February too!
@febuwhump prompt: Medical Restraints
This is based on a true story - mine.
Teen Wolf | Stiles-centric | Season 2
After saving Derek’s life, Stiles’ body revolts. He thinks he can fix it on his own. Derek calls it weakness. Stiles calls it “Tuesday.” It’s neither.
Scott appears in the doorway with a paper bag in one hand. Lydia is just behind him, taking in everything at once the way she always does. The open drawer. The pill bottle. The way Stiles blinks a second too slow. The way his breath hitches even when he’s not moving.
“Thought you might be hungry.” Scott smiles.
The smile drops almost immediately. “You look like hell.”
“Flattered,” Stiles answers, and hears the drag in his own voice.
Scott smirks. “You look like you lost a bar fight with a ghost.”
“Ghost won,” Stiles says thickly. “Unfair advantage.”
“And you sound like you swallowed a sock.”
“Fashion choice.” Stiles huffs. Not his best.
Scott drops the bag on the desk. “We brought food. Because you definitely didn’t eat.”
“Didn’t feel like negotiating with gravity. Or my muscles. They’re being right dicks right now. Petty. Fucking. Dicks.”
His stomach rumbles loudly when the smell hits.
“Oh god,” he groans. “Is that from Mary’s?”
Scott pulls out the chicken strips and fries and nods. “Yeah. I got strips. You always complain the burgers aren’t horizontal-friendly.”
Stiles smiles despite himself. “I love you.”
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