Chapter 8

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Andy POV

We approached the hospital. It was a bran new one, they built it over our tree house last year. Stiles stayed their for 5 whole days, they had to call his parents to talk him out if it. So he took out a paint ball gun and him and Liam shot at everyone, getting his mother in the four head with a bright red dot. He got grounded, so did Liam. I was dazed off in the elevator my thoughts were everywhere, every thing was a blur. Mason sat it the corner of the elevator almost sleeping.

"Any one else tired?" Mason asked.

"Very." Liam said.

I didn't feel like answering my eyes felt Heavy. The door flew open we slowly walked out . All the nurses were talking when we walked in, I don't really know hospitals but this looks suspicious. Before I could say anything Liam was over their listening. I mouthed 'what?' he actioned us to come over. We walked over listening.

"Their talking in Spanish." I whispered.

Liam shot me a look, "crap." Mason said.

"Wait Andy do you still take Spanish?" Mason asked. I looked over and nodded and leaned in to listen.

"Yo sabía que era él." The nurse speaked fluently as I ran it threw my head.

" I knew it was him" I smiled feeling proud but scared.

"Dijo que estaban aquí, pero él es tan joven?"

I thought I collected the info as they spoke.

"He said they were here, but he is so young." I whispered.

"sí. todavía es possible."

"Yes still possible?" I questioned my Spanish.

"proyección astral." One rolled her eyes.

"Así que lo haga matamos."

"So do we kill." my heart beat rose.

"Their not normal are they?" Liam said gulping. I just nodded.

"Stay here im going closer." I said aproching.

"niña" One said My eyes went huge when she said 'little girl'.

"el espionaje no es bueno" she said sweetly. I ran it through my head, 'spying isn't good'.

"Sí." I said backing away.

"We have to go to Stiles room, Like now." I said We took off to his room after catching the words "Bloody death". I was almost positive they were lost souls. They are everywhere.

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