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[ It only bothers her a little that Lydia went in to see Stiles first. What upset her more was the reason he was there. Charlie had been on her way to the saloon to do something about the school lunches, even though she really should be giving her fucking arm a rest when she heard Lydia's scream and she knew exactly what it meant so she ran, followed Lydia to the clinic and then...

Well. It was a fine time for her PTSD to kick in. She'd had a mild flashback, probably from the stress, and it suddenly was The Shop superimposed over the clinic for a couple minutes. Logically, she knew where she was, but sometimes those fears and memories were hard to pull herself out of.

She's fine by the time Lydia leaves, seated on a chair inside near his room and listening to what the doctors say about his condition.

She prays he's not upset with her when she finally does enter the room though why he would be is anyone's guess. He's asleep when she enters the room so she curls herself into the nearest chair after pulling it over so she can hold his hand. Eventually, however, she drifts off, her head resting on the mattress and her hand still lightly grasping his.

Sleep comes quick when you're sedated. Even if you fight it, it comes. So of course he sleeps. And when he wakes up, it's to tapping his fingers. Counting. But he never, ever gets past nine.

It's the twitching fingers that wake her, and the subtle change in his breathing. She sits up slowly, watching him count and count, worrying some at him not getting past nine. Her voice is scratchy when she talks, her usual post-sleep voice. Maybe Stiles remembers it.

"There's ten. I promise." She shifts, sitting on the edge of his bed do he can see her. She remembers the doctors saying he won't be able to move much and that he's drugged to the gills, so she wants to make things easy on him.

"Hey, gorgeous. Good to see you." There's a faint swipe at her eye, brushing at the tears that waver. She's good. She's fine. Her boyfriend is back. She didn't lose him.

"Ten? No, no nine. Guardians have ten." He sounds...well. More than a little out of it. "Sorry. About the lichen."

"Seems like ten to me," Charlie says, a faint look of worry on her face. She'll blame the sedatives. At the mention of the lichen, she leans forward and presses her lips to his forehead.

"Don't do that again, okay? I really hate losing people." She doesn't sound nearly as angry as she could. Just...weighed down by the information.

"I kind of suspected you weren't as buried as he claimed you were."

"No. No, no, I was. I started...I guess I was waking up."

"And fighting back." Which impresses her. She stretches out next to him carefully, her hand once again holding his. She missed having him next to her and she was tired. This seemed like a good idea. She'll move if he wants her to.

"Do you remember buying me cookies? Because he didn't, but he left some outside my room back home."

He doesn't mind her laying next to him. Not at all. A slight nod is all he can manage to her question. "Me. I bought them."

"Good to know." She still hasn't eaten them. "Thank you. I missed seeing them show up at random."

The main reason she hasn't eaten them is they were from him. That and a wee part of her worried the Nogitsune had done something.

Her head rests on his shoulder ever so carefully.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Stiles?"

He shakes his head once, because he can't think of anything. He can't think period, but that's not the point. "I don't think he's gone."

"What do you mean?"

He gives her a look, as best as he can. "Dead. I don't think he's dead. Or out."

She shifts onto her side, watching him carefully. Her arm extends across his waist some, free arm going under her head. She was feeling unsettled by this, unsure of how to proceed.

"How do you know?" She worries this is a stupid or annoying question. But this is all outside of her range of understanding, even with her experiences with the Nogitsune. She doesn't know what that's like, having something like him floating around in her head.

He tries to think of how to explain it. Without sounding crazy or like he should be back in Eichen House. "It's...I don't know. It's a feeling. I can feel it. Feels...weird."

She wouldn't have found it weird, or crazy. She'd have understood. The use of the word 'weird', though.

"What do you mean 'weird'?" Has it changed some?

"Keep thinking I'm seeing stuff. In the corner of my eye. Probably the drugs."

"Maybe. I certainly hope that's all it is," Charlie says softly. "I think you need to get some more rest, okay? I love you and I'll be right here when you wake up." Provided they don't kick her out.

He closes his eyes again, nodding once. "You should tell him. What's happened."

"Him, who?" Charlie asks, settling against Stiles again. She was sort of tired, herself, and may end up drifting off as well.

"Bucky Barnes. He'll wonder where I am."

Hold on. She's quiet for a second as her eyes drift open. Did she miss something?

"You knew Bucky, too? I thought he was just the Nogitsune's friend."

"I remember things."

Huh. "That's a first. Okay. What...exactly should I tell him? And what all do you remember?"

"Just tell him what happened." He pauses. "I remember everything."

"I will. You get some rest. We'll talk about what you remember when you're a bit better, okay?" And she'll be right here. She's already decided she may stubbornly refuse to leave and hopes Allison, at the very least, understands.

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