Just Breathe

Chapter 41

Emma woke up confused. She sat up, looking around the room she was in. The walls were tiled, along with the floor. She sat up, pushing the covers off of her. Where am i? Who put me here? Where is Stiles? thoughts raced through her mind. The last thing she remebered was stabbing Scott with the sword and throwing Stiles against the wall. She cringed at the memory, guilt and longing knawing at her heart. She remebered getting an injection in her neck, knocking her out. "You're awake?" a boy's voice asked. Emma jumped, turning towards him. He looked to be somewhere aorund their age. He had wavy, dirty blonde hair and a round face that reminded Emma of a child. "I'm Oliver. We met last night when you got dropped off. Guess you don't remeber" he spoke.

"Sorry. I have a lot on my mind" Emma apologized. "Where am I? Wait did you see who dropped me off?" Emma asked curious. The boy paused, confused by the many questions being thrown at him. 

"You're in Eichen House. The people dropping you off said it would keep you safe from yourself and others until they could find a cure. Whatever that means" Oliver told her. Emma shivered. She was trapped in an insane asylum. Her pack had put her there. 

"Who put me here?" Emma asked again, frustrated by the whole situation. Oliver thought for a moment.

"Three people I believe. One older, had a beard" Oliver began. Derek. Emma knew from the description. "Another younger boy, short hair, band tattoo on his arm" Scott. "And then this other boy. He really had a hard time leaving you. He was all upset and distraught" he explained.

"Dark hair?" Emma asked. Stiles. She thought. She found comfort in Oliver's description of him.

"No blonde and curly hair. Blue eyes" Oliver explained. "Isaac was his name" Oliver suddenly remembered. Emma was crushed. Stiles hadn't even come to imprison her here. Oliver began coughing, loudly and violently. 

"You okay?" Emma asked, trying to hide the tears that had formed in her eyes. Oliver finished coughing, sitting up.

"Yeah. I swallowed a fly a couple of days ago. Still haven't gotten it up" he informed her. Emma shivered, pretending she hadn't just heard that.

"So when do we get out of this room anyways?" Emma asked. As she finished her sentence, a clicking noise rang through the room, signaling that the doors were unlocked.

"Right about now" Oliver said standing up and walking towards the door. He held it open for Emma to walk through it. "I'll show you around" he spoke, proud that he knew so much about this place. Emma followed Oliver down the hallway and down a set of stairs. As they walked, Emma spotted a patient talking to a doctor. As the doctor turned to her, his face appeared to be covered in bandages. The Nogitsune may be paralyzed in her brain, but it was very much still trying to get in.

"Can you take me to a phone? I need to call someone, I need to get out of here" Emma asked, worry set in her heart. Oliver nodded as they walked through what seemed to be a common room. It was almost like a porch. Half the walls were open, allowing the room to be bright. Patients milled around, some talking to other some talking to themselves. 

"That's Jerry, he thinks he's Jesus Christ" Oliver pointed to one man leaning against a post. "That's Ellen, she has OCD. Thats Kerry, she thinks she's Jesus Christ to" Oliver explained. Emma wasn't fully listening, she was too focused on getting to the phone, and getting out of this place. When they finally reached the phone which lay at the end of the common room, somebody was at it. She looked back noticing Emma, and then turned back.

"I think they should know the whole story" she whispered. "Yes I do. The whole thing" she spoke in a hushed whisper. "One of them is standing right behind me" she whispered into the phone. Emma felt chills run down her back.