"Look at me - just breathe, okay?" Sterek obviously
"Stiles... Stiles!" Derek shouted, grabbing Stiles' face, forcing him to focus on his face. Stiles was hyperventilating, panic attack, Derek's brain supplied for him. It'd been so long since he'd had one, he'd been doing so well. But it'd been a bad day, full of blood and fighting and Derek knew by the look on Stiles' face as he drove him home that tonight wouldn't be easy. He told Stiles he'd stay until he fell asleep and he had... He'd just also stayed 4 more hours after, and thankfully he had. Because Stiles had had a nightmare and now he was screaming and thrashing, Derek holding him, trying to get him to focus on him, trying to break him from whatever horrible thoughts plagued him."Stiles, c'mon. Look at me - just breathe, okay?" Derek tried. He'd never actually had to deal with Stiles' panic attacks before, only heard of them and he didn't know what to do. "Deep breaths, c'mon. In and out, just follow me," he took in deep gulps of air, willing Stiles to do the same. It seemed to be working, Stiles seemed to be calming down, however minutely. After what felt like hours to Derek, Stiles finally slumped down on him, breaths even. He didn't know what compelled him to do it, but he ran his hand through Stiles' hair, comforting. "It's okay. You're okay, everything's fine," Derek mumbled, holding Stiles tighter to his body. Sniffling, Stiles finally spoke. "Thanks," he said, voice cracking. "It's been a while since that's happened. You- um. Just... Thanks," he trailed off. Derek felt a knot in his throat he couldn't explain at hearing Stiles sound so broken. "It's fine," he said. "I should- I should go," as Derek got up to leave, he felt Stiles wrap a hand around his wrist."No, stay!" Stiles cleared his throat, repeats, calmer. "S-stay. Please." And he looks so hopeful, so lost that the knot in Derek's throat grows until he can't breath and he practically rasps out. "Okay."
