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Stiles Stilinski
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"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.

"Okay. Yeah. Okay." Allison, of all people, will understand.

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