[ He blinks, then his hand moves to press against the mark, a flush on his cheeks. ]
Ha. No, but if you wanna prescribe something for stubble burn. [ He grins, his eyebrows wriggling. But the minute he moves on his expression does something strange, loses all of his ridiculous. ] It's a little more serious than Derek Hale's beard. Sorry.
[Ridiculous to life or death on the turn of a sentence isn't entirely new to anyone who's worked with Greg House. So Chase rolls with it, a slight frown tugging at his mouth as he nods- and rolls out a chair.]
[ He sits, folds himself into a chair like he's half trying to own the room and then shrink away from it at the same time. Stiles pulls a piece of paper from his pocket where he's listed the following: hallucinations, impulsive behaviour, irritability & insomnia. He slides it across the desk and then drums his fingers across his knee. ]
I never told you the whole story when I came back. I did something bad for a good reason and we were told that things wouldn't be the same. But it's ... [ There's a clear and sudden agitation in his voice. ] It's all the time and I need to know if it's supernatural or --.
[ If it's something worse. So he looks to the window and then back at Chase. ] I've seen these symptoms before, before the werewolves and the monsters and the terror. Frontotemporal dementia. [ Running a hand through his hair. ] It's what my mom died of.
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[ He wants to pull his knees up to his chest, suddenly wishing Melissa were here. ]
There are days I wake up and I don't know if I'm still dreaming. I have these nightmares I have to literally scream myself out of. Add that to the sleepwalking and the brief periods of not being able to read? [ His mouth twitches, a facial shrug. ] I've noticed.
Right. [He sighs softly and folds his arms.] Young-onset dementia is rare enough that we call it young-onset if it occurs in anyone under sixty. There are cases - but just going on statistics, it's unlikely.
[And he taps a finger on the paper.]
These symptoms can describe 20 different things. Not least being PTSD.
[ He scrubs his hands over his face, his foot jiggling under his seat. ] I know, believe me, I've looked into all of them.
[ Agitation is clearly written on his face when he next speaks. ] It just feels wrong, all of it. I don't feel like me sometimes. And I thought it was just my thing, the Beacon Hills weirdness. I ritually sacrificed myself to a tree to find my dad so I knew what I was getting into. [ It's almost like a floodgate has opened, verbal waters just spilling from him. ] But it shouldn't be able to reach me here. The nematon's in a whole other universe. And I'm still sleepwalking. I feel like I'm losing my mind. I just ... I need to rule stuff out. I need to cross out things on a list so I can get any closer to fixing it.
If I was going to guess at a trigger for post traumatic stress, ritual sacrifice might come into it.
[He says this as if it's not even weird, as if he's listening to someone describe what they did in the war. The city, this is what it does to you.]
The things we do back home - if it screws with your mind there, that's not something that vanishes on arrival. [He's kind of testament to that.] We can look into it. The magic part, too, if you want.
[ She could have been dying for a long time. Stiles only noticed when she was erratic, when she'd clutch him to her chest and shout at his dad because nothing made sense. ]
[Chase's mother's mental problems became clear around the same age. It was a few years later before the drink exacerbated them: she started locking him in the study during her bad phases, and it really went to hell once his dad left them alone together. Chase is a doctor now, back then he was just a scared kid.
So he gets how it goes.]
It's understandable to want to compare any symptoms you have with what you've seen before - and family history makes a difference. But you've got some unusual circumstances on your file - lets make sure we check all the possibilities out.
[ He lets out a breath, still moving his fingers over his knee. ] Yeah, that sounds good. I just want to rule out ... a lot of things. Then I can figure out my plan.
[ He nods at that. ] There's only so much time I can examine the roof and Derek's kind of ... adamant that I at least try and sleep so I am literally bored out of my mind on top of everything else.
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Ha. No, but if you wanna prescribe something for stubble burn. [ He grins, his eyebrows wriggling. But the minute he moves on his expression does something strange, loses all of his ridiculous. ] It's a little more serious than Derek Hale's beard. Sorry.
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Sit down and talk about it.
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I never told you the whole story when I came back. I did something bad for a good reason and we were told that things wouldn't be the same. But it's ... [ There's a clear and sudden agitation in his voice. ] It's all the time and I need to know if it's supernatural or --.
[ If it's something worse. So he looks to the window and then back at Chase. ] I've seen these symptoms before, before the werewolves and the monsters and the terror. Frontotemporal dementia. [ Running a hand through his hair. ] It's what my mom died of.
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Other than the insomnia, are these things you've noticed, or have other people made you aware?
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There are days I wake up and I don't know if I'm still dreaming. I have these nightmares I have to literally scream myself out of. Add that to the sleepwalking and the brief periods of not being able to read? [ His mouth twitches, a facial shrug. ] I've noticed.
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Any stumbling over words? Stumbling in general?
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[ Which, you know, Stiles. ]
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[And he taps a finger on the paper.]
These symptoms can describe 20 different things. Not least being PTSD.
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[ Agitation is clearly written on his face when he next speaks. ] It just feels wrong, all of it. I don't feel like me sometimes. And I thought it was just my thing, the Beacon Hills weirdness. I ritually sacrificed myself to a tree to find my dad so I knew what I was getting into. [ It's almost like a floodgate has opened, verbal waters just spilling from him. ] But it shouldn't be able to reach me here. The nematon's in a whole other universe. And I'm still sleepwalking. I feel like I'm losing my mind. I just ... I need to rule stuff out. I need to cross out things on a list so I can get any closer to fixing it.
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[He says this as if it's not even weird, as if he's listening to someone describe what they did in the war. The city, this is what it does to you.]
The things we do back home - if it screws with your mind there, that's not something that vanishes on arrival. [He's kind of testament to that.] We can look into it. The magic part, too, if you want.
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I'm just tired. And I can't stop thinking about her. [ His mom. Stiles would have been young but anyone who knows him knows he's far too perceptive. ]
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[It must have been a slow decline.]
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[ She could have been dying for a long time. Stiles only noticed when she was erratic, when she'd clutch him to her chest and shout at his dad because nothing made sense. ]
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So he gets how it goes.]
It's understandable to want to compare any symptoms you have with what you've seen before - and family history makes a difference. But you've got some unusual circumstances on your file - lets make sure we check all the possibilities out.
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[ He lets out a breath, still moving his fingers over his knee. ] Yeah, that sounds good. I just want to rule out ... a lot of things. Then I can figure out my plan.
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[He's making notes already, a couple of phone numbers.]
In the meantime, I can give you something to help you sleep.
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[ He nods at that. ] There's only so much time I can examine the roof and Derek's kind of ... adamant that I at least try and sleep so I am literally bored out of my mind on top of everything else.
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Has an issue with you drinking, or with drink?