Heal You (Part II)

Cry Baby

I opened my eyes, the light grey and soft. My scalp ached, a headache deep in my brain. I blinked a few more times, looking around. I didn't know where I was, the rustic building around me looking strange and unfamiliar. I sat up, jumping off the bed that I had been lying on. 

I stumbled to the side, leaning against the brick wall as I closed my eyes. I took a deep breath, moving forward as I spotted a staircase, leading off the terrace I was on. I quickly ran down the stairs, panic rising in my throat as I had no clue where I was. I reached the bottom, looking around. It was an apartment with high ceilings and a large window that sat behind a desk. "Emma, you're up" I turned, spotting Dean who sat on the couch. 

"Where am I?" I asked, looking around at the modern place that surrounded me. I knew for a fact it wasn't Sam and Dean's. Dean chuckled, rising to his feet. 

"Derek's loft. I keep forgetting you haven't seen it" he explained, walking towards me. I nodded, the anxiety lingering in the pit of my stomach. 

"Why are we here?" I asked, my heart thumping in my chest, reminding me of Stiles. 

"Well, Derek's been letting us stay on the couches here" Dean admitted, shock sprawling itself across my face. I would never guess that these two would form an alliance but I guess the nogitsune was a bigger problem than petty feuds. "After what happened with Stiles, you were a mess. You passed out and Scott had to call us down there and explain what happened. We brought you back here to rest" 

"Where's Stiles?" I asked, not caring how blunt I was. I needed to know where he was now. We still needed to talk about everything, everything that happened before I died and everything that's happened since I got back. 

"Emma, sit, please" Dean pleaded, resting his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at his eyes, pity showering me. There was bad news, or news I wouldn't like. My eyebrows furrowed together, frustration blooming. 

"No" I growled, shrugging his hands off. "Where's Stiles?" I asked again, planting my hands on my hips. Dean sighed, shaking his head as he knew who would win this fight. 

"Eichen House. He committed himself" Dean explained, sitting down on the couch. My mouth dropped, my eyes stinging with tears. 

"What? How long have I been asleep?" I asked, panic coursing through me as things started to not make sense, disappointment clouding my thoughts. 

"A day" he admitted, looking up at me with a sheepish expression. Anger flared across my face as I swore, kicking the corner of the couch. 

"Damn it!" I shouted, my fists clenched at my side as I began to pace angrily around the room. "You didn't want to wake me? Tell me that he was leaving?" I asked, trying not to be mad but I couldn't help it. 

"That's what I suggested but Stiles...he was a mess. He said he didn't want to be around you because he couldn't take the risk of hurting you again" Dean explained, my shoulders slumping as the anger suddenly left me, being replaced with exhaustion. I collapsed onto the couch across from Dean, staring at his rigid posture. 

"Can I call?" 

"No outside contact for 72 hours" 

"How long is he going in for?" 

"72 hours" 

"Who dropped him off?" 

"His father" 

"Did he remember his pillow? He needs his pillow" 

"He didn't" 

"He needs it to sleep. I'll bring it to him"