You Bleed Just To Know You're Alive

"I switched from looking at the knife, to my left arm, to whatever was in front of me – either my door or my widow – as I continued to pace back and forth, sweat from earlier running down the back of my neck, making my dirty and bloody clothes stick to me even more." When Stiles feels like everything is falling to bits, will anybody show up to save him. Or will he just break apart?