"life was a willow and it bent right to your wind. head on the pillow, i could feel you sneakin' in."
gracella has one task. one. befriend stiles stilinski, use him to threaten scott mccall. but she doesn't know how persuasive he can be with those h...
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"sorry. my hands are just really cold."
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Stiles Stilinski was in Eichen House. He checked himself in for 72 hours, and it might've been the worst decision he had ever made. It wasn't safe for him, but at least he wasn't hurting anyone.
On his first day in Eichen, he was punched by a girl he helped turn from coyote to human, passed by three different people who thought they were Jesus Christ, was threatened by his guidance counselor to stay awake or she would kill him, stole keys from an orderly, got caught trying to break into the basement with said stolen keys, and got thrown in a room called the 'Quiet Room' and given a sedative to make him sleep.
Life was really helping him out.
What he didn't know was the deal he formed with Malia would come in handy as a certain blonde girl broke into the mental institution.
Grace Mason barely even had to try to break into Eichen. It was an old facility with old windows, it was easy enough to break one open and slip inside. Malia pulled her into a bathroom and filled her in on everything. She and Stiles struck up a deal. If she would help him get into the basement, he would take her to someone who could help her turn back into a coyote.
After the explanation, Malia dragged Grace to where she knew Stiles was.
The door was locked, so Grace gathered all the strength she could and kicked it in.
They got in and saw Stiles writhing on the floor. He mumbled incoherently, as he did when he was having a nightmare. Grace raced over to him and dropped to her knees and shook him awake.
Malia went on the other side of him as he started to scream 'No!'
"Hey, hey, hey," Grace said, putting a gentle hand in his face, in an attempt to calm him down. "Just me."
"Grace? What are you doing here?" He mumbled, looking at her with a confused expression, then looking at Malia next to him.
"Broke a window in the violent unit," She smiled as he leaned into the touch on his cheek. He chuckled breathily and pulled her into a hug, holding her there for a couple of seconds before she pulled back.
"Get up," Malia said, helping Grace haul him to his feet as he groaned. "There's another way to the basement, through the closed unit. Where they keep the real psychos."
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They ventured to the basement, weaving through the watchful eyes of the psychos in the closed unit.
