mere echoes of the spring by RequiemForTheWolves
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Stiles opens his eyes, and suddenly everything feels real.
It's harsh, harsher than anything he's felt in years. The lights above him are a blinding white, the tabletop under his back too cold, his sweat sticky on his skin. There are faces leaning over him, wide eyes and concerned words too grating on his ears.
He closes his eyes again. Just a moment ago he'd had Sam in his arms, the little pup sniffling weakly against his shoulder as he rocked the boy back and forth. There had been a thunderstorm in the middle of the night, and it had woken the boys up. He and Derek had to go into their room to calm them down, hold them and rock them back to sleep. Aaron had already passed out on Derek's shoulder, and he'd been putting the boy back into his bed. Sam was fussy, was always more fussy between the two of them, more afraid of lightning and thunder, and Stiles was just whispering something to Derek about getting blackout curtains for the boys' room.
And now he's here.