When Stiles realizes that it's Delsin on the ground, he rushes over. God, he has to stop finding people passed out in the park - this is becoming way too much of a routine for him. He hasn't seen his friend in a couple days, so finding him like this only sparks more fear in him. What if he's been here the whole time, what if he's dead --
Oh. He's still breathing. That's good. Stiles leans over him and shakes his shoulder gently, saying his name just a bit louder than normal. He doesn't know what happened; maybe whoever knocked him out is still around.
"Delsin? Hey, Del. Wake up. Delsin? C'mon, buddy. Not naptime."
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Date: 2014-08-15 02:20 am (UTC)Oh. He's still breathing. That's good. Stiles leans over him and shakes his shoulder gently, saying his name just a bit louder than normal. He doesn't know what happened; maybe whoever knocked him out is still around.
"Delsin? Hey, Del. Wake up. Delsin? C'mon, buddy. Not naptime."