Stiles Stilinski

An hour has passed with no contact from Stiles...He's probably completely forgotten about the history project they're both supposed to work on for school.

Passing by his house, you enter. Upon entering his room, you are greeted by the sight of a large number of books strewn across almost every surface, his 'murder board' of evidence front and center in all its glory, and...

Stiles...On the floor, with his legs extended beneath him and his back leaning against one of the walls of his room. "Oh..." he murmurs in pain, with a tightness in his chest. He grabs it, hunched over, hyperventilating with the sheer disorientation that his continuous panic attack was causing.

Betzabet approaches him quickly, dropping her books to try to calm the panic attack which he did not have long ago...