BLIND ?CORA HALE?

"Stiles! Stiles! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" I cried out shaking him. He was screaming in terror at the top of his lungs. His eyes wide open. I pinned his arms to the side to keep him from hurting himself. "Stiles! Babe! It's a nightmare! Wake up! It's me! It's Cora!" I told him. His rapid heart-rate and breathing slowed eventually as he let out a shaky breath in tears. I held him close before Derek and Peter burst into the bedroom. Both faces filled with concern. "It's okay. You're okay." I told Stiles kissing the top of his head. "It was just a dream." I stated. "That...was no dream." Stiles whispered before he slumped into me and passed out. I looked at Derek and Peter with furrowed brows and worried eyes.

"What the hell was all that about?" Derek asked. "He was having a nightmare." I answered. "That was no nightmare, Cora. That kid was wide awake." Peter pointed out. "That was a night terror." He voiced. "What's a night terror?" I asked. "Incredibly worse than nightmares." Sheriff announced. "Does he always have them?" I asked. "He used to...as a child after his mom died." Sheriff said quietly. "He used to have them every night after that day. He'd cry out and scream and scream and scream. I've never felt so helpless." He explained.

"All I could do was try to wake him up and comfort him. They eventually stopped after a while. Only happening every once in a blue moon on the anniversary of her death." Sheriff continued.

"He might be having them again because of being blind and alone in the darkness." Deucalion announced. "He has no one to share his pain with. And the only other person who's been blind...no longer is. And once tried to kill him. So I'm guessing he wants nothing to do with me. I'm a means to an end." Deucalion added. "Good to know you got to that conclusion by yourself." I told him before I heard a loud thud, the sound of glass shattering followed by a cry of pain come from the bedroom Stiles occupied.

I got to my feet and ran across the loft. I opened the door to find Stiles on the floor holding a bloody hand as he writhed in pain. I dropped down beside him. "What happened?" I asked. "I..." He started before hissing as I gently held his bloody hand. "I forgot I was blind." He stated with forced laughter hiding the pain in his voice. I looked at my hand before widening my eyes as I watched black veins travel up my hand and arm. I felt a surge of pain as Stiles gasped. "What? What's wrong?" I asked. "The pain...it's gone." He answered. "She healed you." Derek voiced from behind. "I what?" I asked. "Look at his hand." Peter told me. I looked down to find his once bloody wounded hand was free of any injury. "Nice." Stiles said his white eyes facing the ceiling. "But if you don't mind...my ass hurts from falling, so if you could...can you help me up?" Stiles asked before I chuckled. "Yeah." I sounded before helping him to his feet.