Animagus

Chapter Forty-Three: Echo House

~Eichen House~

Stiles and his father drive in silence to Eichen House. They both have looks of doubt and concern as they get out of the car at the gate. They turn at the sound of a motorcycle; Scott's motorcycle.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Scott asked the two.

"Because we wanted to avoid something like this..." Stilinski said referring to the scene Scott's making.

"It's only seventy-two hours," Stiles assured.

"This is the same place where Barrow came from- the guy who had a tumor inside him filled with flies. You don't know everything yet-" Scott was interrupted.

"I know enough. Nogitsune, Kitsunes, Oni, or whatever they're called..." Stilinski explained.

"Wow, that was actually all surprisingly correct," Stiles said shockingly.

Stilinski sighed, "Scott, I saw the MRI that looked exactly like my wife's... and it terrifies me. I'm headed down to LA tomorrow to talk to a specialist."

"Then why are you putting him in here?" Scott asked pointing to the building.

"He's not- it's my decision," Stiles spoke up.

Scott pulled Stiles aside, "Stiles, I can't help you if your in here..." he whispered.

"And I can't hurt you."

"Deaton's got some ideas... Argent's calling people... We're going to find something. And, if we can't-"

Stiles interrupted Scott. "If you can't... If you can't, then you have to do something for me, okay?"

Scott nodded, "Make sure I never get out." Stiles said whispering in Scott's ear. Scott didn't know how to respond, he just froze. Stilinski started to walk inside with Stiles leaving Scott standing outside beyond the gate.

Eichen House looked like something out of a horror movie when they walked inside. Patients were all over the place, some behind bars shaking and muttering to themselves. A nurse greeted them and walked them to the main office.

"First seventy-two hours, there's no phone calls, no emails, no visitors. We will be taking you from here to a brief physical. In the morning, you'll be assessed by a staff psychologist. Speak to a social worker, and attend group therapy." the nurse informed.

Stilinski looked over his shoulder at some of the orderlies make their way through a barred door, which caused concern. He shakes his head, "I feel like we're forgetting something..." he said anxiously.

"You will be wearing these, Stiles. No laces allowed," she said handing him a pair of slippers. "You don't have a belt, do you?" she asked as Stiles lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing no belt. "And please, empty your pockets in here..."

Stilinski suddenly remembers, "Your pillow. Your pillow! We forgot your pillow." he began to gather Stiles's things.

"Dad, it's okay."

"No, no- you're never going to be able to fall asleep. We-we got to go back-"

Stiles interjected, "It's fine, dad. I don't need it."

Stilinski ran his hand through his hair, "I can't believe I forgot it! I mean, every time that we've ever stayed in a hotel, the first thing you pack is your pillow."

"You can bring it tomorrow. It's all right."

Stilinski was overwhelmed with all the sounds, they sounded like prison doors being closed. "Okay, you know what? Stop. Stop. Enough! Stiles, get your stuff. I'm not checking you in here if you're not gonna get one good night's sleep."