[ The somnambulism episode has officially ended. He slips seamlessly from one state of consciousness to another, truly asleep for the first time in over an hour. So when Derek pushes him off and away, he abruptly snaps awake with a violent jerk. Stiles stares at the windshield, heart racing from being startled, and tries to make sense of what he’s seeing. His throat bobs as he swallows thickly, brown eyes darting from the scenery passing by to Derek beside him to his own reflection in the rear view mirror. ]
Wh—?
[ Hissing, he suppresses a cringe as he becomes aware of a dull, throbbing pain in his feet, especially the right. A sharp spike of anxiety rockets through him, gripping him ruthlessly until he can’t breathe, and he reaches out with both hands to grab something, to ground himself. One seizes the handle above his head, while the other digs into the side of Derek’s seat. ]
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Wh—?
[ Hissing, he suppresses a cringe as he becomes aware of a dull, throbbing pain in his feet, especially the right. A sharp spike of anxiety rockets through him, gripping him ruthlessly until he can’t breathe, and he reaches out with both hands to grab something, to ground himself. One seizes the handle above his head, while the other digs into the side of Derek’s seat. ]
What the sh—? Derek!? What are you doing!?