Whispered promises

Chapter 53

I arrived at Eichen House, the mental institution, after hearing the news that Stiles was being admitted there. Confusion and concern flooded my mind as I confronted Stiles and Sheriff Stilinski. "Why didn't you tell me?" I questioned, my voice filled with a mix of frustration and worry.

"Because we wanted to avoid something like this," Stilinski replied, his tone tinged with regret. Stiles attempted to reassure me, his voice gentle. "It's only 72 hours," he said, hoping to alleviate my concerns.
"But it's inside a nut asylum," I retorted, my voice tinged with worry. "William Barrow came out of this place with a tumor filled with flies. You don't know everything yet."I explained.

Stilinski acknowledged my words, conceding their validity. "I know enough, Nogitsunes, Kitsunes, Onis, or whatever they're called," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of weariness and determination. Stiles interjected, surprising us all with his response. "Wow, that was actually all surprisingly correct," he said, directing his words towards his father. The revelation of Stiles' admission to Eichen House had brought an unexpected truth to the surface.

Stilinski revealed his own fears, sharing a deeply personal concern. "Katrina, I saw an MRI that looks exactly like my wife's. And it terrifies me," he confessed, his voice filled with vulnerability. "I'm headed down to L.A tomorrow to talk to a specialist."he told me .
Confusion swirled within me as I struggled to comprehend the decision to place Stiles in such a facility. "Then why are you putting him in here?" I demanded, my voice filled with frustration and desperation.

"He's not. It's my decision," Stiles spoke up, his voice tinged with resignation. I turned to face him, my eyes searching his for answers. "I can't help you if you're in here," I pleaded, my voice filled with a mix of determination and anguish.

"And I can't hurt you or Scott or anyone else," Stiles explained, his words heavy with the weight of his own internal struggles. The realization of the danger he posed was a painful truth he couldn't escape.

I took a deep breath, attempting to gather my thoughts. "Look, Deaton's got some ideas, my dad's calling people," I started to explain, the urgency in my voice growing. "We're going to find something, and if we can't..."I began to say .

Before I could finish my sentence, Stiles interrupted me, his voice filled with a quiet intensity. "If you can't...," he said, stepping closer to me, his eyes locked with mine. "If you can't, then you have to do something for me, okay? Make sure I never get out," he whispered, the weight of his words hanging in the air.

"Stiles!" I called out, my voice filled with a mixture of desperation and determination. I ran up to him, wrapping my arms tightly around him in a hug. "Don't you dare give up," I pleaded, my voice filled with raw emotion. "You hear me? Don't you give up, or I promise you something-I'll come in here myself and kick your arse. You got it?"I whispered to him .

Stiles nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and determination. "Promise me, Stiles," I implored, my voice filled with a mix of desperation and love. I couldn't bear the thought of losing him to the clutches of the Nogitsune.

"Yeah, I got it. I promise," Stiles responded, his voice filled with determination. I held him tightly in my arms, unwilling to let go. The weight of the promise hung heavy in the air, a testament to the bond we shared.
In that moment, as I clung to Stiles, I vowed to do whatever it took to save him. I couldn't bear the thought of him succumbing to the darkness within.

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We gathered at the front desk of the vet clinic, the phone on speaker as my dad spoke to Dr. Deaton on the payphone at the Sheriff's Station. The urgency in the air was palpable as we discussed our next steps in dealing with the Nogitsune. Apparently Argent who helped Deaton infiltrate the Yakuza Ikeda's house in Letharia Vulpina to get the Wolf Lichen to poison the Nogitsune.