Down in the forest, there is a tree.
What's left of one, anyway.
The Nemeton calls another supernatural creature to its town.
The blood that drips onto it forms a circle.
They continue to read fairly quietly.
Dr. Deaton works quietly around them, and handles the new patient that arrives fairly quickly.
Scott reads faster than the others; he's at least halfway when he loses his grip on his packet and starts gasping for air.
"Okay, but is he also having a panic attack? An asthma attack? Is he going to die?"
"If what happened to him was sufficiently stressful, it's possible the memory could trigger some other condition."
"Don't touch him."
He stands.
"If it's an asthma attack and it doesn't stop, we're in trouble. He hasn't carried an inhaler in a year. Is there magic for this?"
"I can ease his breathing, but that won't stop the attack. It might give us more time, delay long enough to get him an inhaler, but I'm not sure there is one close enough."
"There should be one at the nearest doctor's office. I can describe the location, the distance, whatever you need."
Malia leans down in front of Scott, who is now sitting on the floor, leaning back against the wall.
"Scott, snap out of it. Whatever you're remembering is over, it's not happening now. You're fine. You don't have asthma so stop having a magic asthma attack, it's embarrassing."
"Malia, if it's not an asthma attack that's not helping. Scott, listen to me. Just focus on the sound of my voice. Your friend Stiles, here in the clinic- I can't believe you're still working here, by the way. I mean, okay, you like helping the witty-bitty animals, but isn't it annoying cleaning up after them? And what about pediatrics, shouldn't you be volunteering in a hospital, building your rep? Also werewolf stuff, that's kind of a time-consuming hobby. Maybe you should think about switching things up."
It takes him about thirty seconds to find one.
He looks like he's about to ask a question, but he tosses it to her.
She plucks it out of the air just after it leaves his hand, and accelerates back with it.
She returns to Deaton's office.
His breathing remains hitched, but he takes the inhaler himself after a minute.
"Thanks," he manages.