Locked Away

Chapter 1

Stiles was on his knees in the hallway, grasping at his head. Pain clearly wracking his mind. Scott, Malia, Lydia, and Kira were watching wishing they could reach out to him. The woman they had gone to for help had made it clear, he had to be left un-touched through the spell if it was to work. They had to watch as the nogitsune was trapped deep in his mind, unable to affect its surroundings or corrupt stiles from the inside. They had agreed this would be the best solution. Killing the nogitsune was too risky while he and Stiles were still connected. Each of them had made a small cut on their hand combining their blood in a small wooden bowl for the incantation, the price that had to be paid.
Suddenly he stiffened. He looked up at the ceiling, eyes glassy and distant. He was frozen like that for just a moment. For those around him it felt like an eternity. Then, he dropped. Falling into a pile on the floor. He looked like a corpse. No one moved, they were all too scared. Nobody knew if it was safe, no one wanted to know if it had worked or if they had accidentally just killed their friend.
Kira was the first to take a step forward. Hesitant to cause issue, but needing answers as to wether Stiles was still alive, and if so was still himself. She could see his eyes closed. His face leaning towards the floor, pale. He really did look dead. She leaned down on her knees and starts to put her hand out. She wants to shake his shoulder. She wants to know he's okey. He has to be. She can't reach any further, she's too scared, what if she hurts him, her hand is shaking too much. Her breath is getting faster, too fast. A warm hand rests on her shoulder, Scott leans behind her, reassuring her. Kira falls back letting him move next to her.
Scott hears it, Stiles's heart beat starting back up again. He doesn't show it but he's more relieved then any other time in his life. He reaches out grasping Stiles's arm, turning him on his back. He's breathing, pale and sickly, but alive.
Lydia starts to cry silently, a small smile on her lips. Malia moves to The opposite side of him, and reached for is face. Lifting his head it initially seems gentle before she starts aggressively pushing his hair out his face, smelling him, and calling out his name.
Stiles's eyes scrunch up at the loud noise he's suddenly being bombarded with. Then they open, brown, human, and tired. Everyone finally is truly calm. They got him back, this is enough for now. He's safe, the world is safe. They can all breath.