INHERITANCE , teen wolf

𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒘𝒐 , riddled

riddled

"Hey, Stiles." 

Kinsey beamed like a ray of sunshine as she skipped to her seat beside the boy, a smile across her face, she was in an unusually good mood considering the latest events of her life. She had sprung out of bed with newfound energy, even Allison had been surprised to see the brunette skip past her open bedroom door this morning while she sat at her vanity, she'd had to do a double-take to make sure she wasn't hallucinating now, even checking the alarm clock that sat on her bedside table, an entire half an hour before the younger girl usually got up, well, until she usually found herself dragging the girl out of bed. She hadn't seen her in such a good mood at this time of the morning since, well, ever. Despite what was going on in their lives, the Oni as the latest foe's in town, Kinsey chose not to dwell on the darkness in her life, she chose to think of the positives, one of them being that after a short stay at the hospital under Melissa's care, Stiles was back in school, prepared to not dwell on his life either. 

The boy stared straight ahead, his eyes on the front of the class as the girl stared at him with her brows knitted, waiting for him to answer her, but he didn't. Kinsey shrugged, she could see how he had a slight redness beneath his eyes, she assumed that even after being in the hospital for a few hours to catch up on some much-needed rest, he still wasn't quite himself, those kinds of things took time, she understood that. She didn't pester him as she too turned to the front of the class. She wasn't used to being so early, the class was still empty, just the two of them so far, not even Scott had gotten here yet, it was a strange sensation for her, everything she felt was strange to her, but she didn't want to question the feeling of happiness inside of her, it had been so long since she had felt it, there was no need to ruin a good thing. 

Kinsey wasn't sure how long had passed between her sitting down and hearing her name being called from the front of the class, she had been doodling in her notepad in her favorite blue ink with a smile on her face, truly at her happiest. When the girl looked up, she had expected to see Mr. Yukimura at the front of the class, picking on her to answer questions had become a habit of the man's, testing her to see if she had been studying using the notes Kira gave her as he had arranged and she had been, which was why she never seemed to mind answering them, proving herself to him. An undying need to prove one's self was just a side effect of having parents like her own, desperate to prove to everyone that she wasn't going to become a product of them. 

But rather than seeing Kira's father at the front of the class, the person who had called her name stood with their back to her, chalking a large number five on the board. From what she could see the figure stood in a leather bomber jacket, heavily bandaged fingers wrapped around the piece of chalk, she had no idea who stood at the front of her history class, or how they had known her name, all that she knew was that a feeling of fear had quickly risen in her stomach, replacing the joyous feeling that had been there since waking up this morning. 

"What gets bigger the more you take away?" The figure asked hoarseness to their voice, it was how she had always imagined zombies to sound if they were real and capable of speaking a full sentence, she knew she shouldn't have agreed to watch that movie with Allison last week.

"A hole." The brunette answered in a mumble. 

"What gets wetter the more it dries?" It asked again. Another riddle.

"A towel." She replied.

"When is a door not a door?"

The brunette froze, her brows furrowed as she answered the riddle under her breath. When it was ajar. She remembered one of Stiles's hallucinations that he had told her about, how once he had walked into class, he had been sitting like she was now, paying no attention, and in that off chance he looked up, everyone around him had been asking him that same riddle, only then, it was in sign language. That had been the very thing that lead Deaton to tell them to shut the door that lead to their minds, something all three of them had successfully done while saving Malia. It was that memory that made the brunette begin to grow suspicious of her surroundings, for the first time since her name had been called, she took a second to look around the room, expecting it to be filled with fellow students waiting for Mr. Yukimura to teach them. But instead, it was just her and Stiles still, he continued looking forward at the board, almost still. Almost. All apart from how he shivered. Trembled actually, less in a way of fear, but more so in pain. 

Her name sounded through her ears again as she turned back to the front of the class, the figure that stood with its back to them repeated his riddle, the one she had missed, too busy looking at her surroundings. Everyone has it but no one can lose it. The girl stammered for words, unable to think of the answer, she tried to think, reaching her mind for the answer but it was hard to do when she felt like something was wrong, very wrong. He asked her again, waiting for her to tell him the answer, but she was left speechless, unable to find it within her mind. 

The girls' breaths become heavy, she could see it in front of her, as if she was outside on a cold winter's night, not like she was sat in a heated school in a long-sleeved thermal at the beginning of November. Kinsey began to shiver, trembling like the boy beside her. She turned to him again, this time Stiles was looking straight at her, his eyes were glossed over with tears, looking at her with desperation. The voice at the front of the class spoke again, repeating the riddle louder, it was beginning to grow agitated with her lack of response. Her name was called again, this time from the boy who sat beside her, she quickly turned to look at the boy with wide sorrowful eyes. 

"Come find me." Stiles's shakily whispered. "Please come find me."

Kinsey struggled to speak as she shook her head in confusion, unable to understand what was going on, she turned to the front of the class, watching as the figure dragged the chalk against the chalkboard making a blood-curling squeal sound. A sob broke out beside her, turning her attention back to Stiles once again, he sobbed loudly in her ears as he reached down to his ankle trying to free himself from the steel trap wrapped around it. Kinsey jumped out of her seat with a scream, horrified at the sight in front of her, all the blood on the floor and on Stiles. 

"Everyone has it but no one can lose it, what is it, Kinsey?" The figure at the front of the class repeated once again, pausing its bandaged hand, stopping the squealing of the chalk against the board. "Answer it and I'll help you find him." He teased her as she looked back to Stiles. 

But he was gone. She could still hear his pained cry in her ears as she looked around the room, almost giving herself whiplash as she kept sharply turning her head to try and find Stiles within the room, but he was nowhere to be seen, only to be heard. Kinsey looked at the windows as they iced over, the temperature of the room dropping colder by the second. Her hand were red raw, shaking profusely as she looked down at them with tears in her eyes. 

"Stiles?" Kinsey shouted desperately after him. "Stiles, where are you? Stiles!" 

The brunette tossed and turns in her sheets, kicking them until they were pulled off of the wolf who lay beside her, immediately waking him up with a groan, complaining that he was cold. As he sat up, pulling the covers from the bottom of the bed the girl continued tossing and turning beside him, noticing how she was mumbling in her sleep. He couldn't quite make out what she was saying as he placed a hand on her arm, trying to comfort her, but as he felt her ice-cold skin he sharply snatched it back, looking at it with eyes as wide as UFOs. He knew that he had felt a slight cold when she kicked the sheets off of them, but nowhere near as cold as his girlfriend. 

Just as Isaac was about to place a hand on her again to nudge her awake, ready to ask her if she wanted another layer to keep her warm tonight, the girl shot upright screaming Stiles's name breathlessly. As soon as Stiles's name had left her mouth, his own had been shouted from down the hall followed by Kinsey's name as he shouted for the two of them to get up, already able to hear the sound of his dresser drawers slamming open and closed as he rushed to find clothes to replaced his pajamas. The two scrambled out of bed, running to get to Scott's bedroom, as the door swung open Scott looked at them both, opening his mouth to speak.

"Stiles?" Isaac spoke before he could.

Scott's brow furrowed as he stood straight, asking how he knew it was Stiles. Isaac turned to his girlfriend without another word, both of their eyes widened as they looked at the girl standing in his doorway, though the fact she stood in nothing more than one of her boyfriend's oversized t-shirts might have explained why she had been cold in bed, it didn't explain why there was a tint of blue to her lips, why she stood with her arms wrapped around her trembling, on the edge of becoming hypothermic. The girl didn't need to see the look of shock on the wolf's face to know that something was wrong with her, she could feel it, her eyes stung, she couldn't tell whether it was from crying or the smell that was burning both them and her nostrils.

The two boys rushed around Kinsey trying to find themselves and her some clothes that would keep her from being pushed over the edge and into hypothermia while she stood wrapping her arms tightly around her, trying to keep herself warm, trying to ignore the smell that continued to burn her nose. She didn't understand how the two rushing around didn't have watery eyes, they both had an enhanced sense of smell, surely it had a much worse effect on them than it did her. 

Once Kinsey was dressed in two jumpers, a jacket, her own jeans, and two pairs of thermal socks beneath her converse, the three of them rushed downstairs prepared to head to Stiles's house as the first place to look for him, hoping that he had just called Scott in his sleep, that he had been having a bad dream and Kinsey had somehow got sucked into it once again with her abilities. It had officially been claimed as her least desirable ability, even finding dead bodies alongside her redhead best friend was more appealing than being in other people's nightmares, it was never a dream filled with sunshine and rainbows, only ever nightmares. As if the life she led wasn't one big nightmare within itself. 

At the sound of a dirtbike helmet dropping on the floor, Kinsey and Isaac stopped in their tracks, quickly turning to look at Scott who had his phone pressed against his ear. "Hey, Stiles." The wolf answered his phone, the other two quickly rushed towards him, Kinsey pressed her ear against the other side of the phone, listening closely to the call. 

"Did you call him? Did you call my dad?" Stiles asked frantically.

"No. Just Isaac and Kinsey. We're coming to find you." Scott reassured him. "Can you figure out where you are? Try to find something and tell us where to look."

"It's a basement." He mumbled. "I don't know, some kind of basement."

Kinsey took the phone from Scott, taking it into her own hands to get a better description of where Stiles found himself, the two were able to listen through enhanced sense, while she had nothing. The girl asked questions, trying to get a better feel for where he was. The basement wasn't in a house it was too industrial, bigger than the average basement. He thought there was a furnace, but it was cold, freezing to be precise. Scott and Isaac looked at the girl with a tint of blue on her lips, she was definitely connected to him somehow, she was feeling how he felt, the coldness that he felt on his skin. That had been all he was able to tell the girl before insisting he needed to turn the phone off, that it was going to die.

"Wait, wait, wait. Stiles. What else is there? What do you see?" Kinsey frantically questioned him.

"The phone's dying. I can't talk." His voice turned to a whisper. "I have to go."

"Stiles..." Kinsey muttered. "Why are you whispering?"

The McCall house fell silent for a moment as the three anticipated his answer, all three of them sharing a concerned look as Scott and Isaac grew closer to the girl holding the phone, her hand shaking around it, shivering from the cold that continued spreading through her. They hoped that his answer might have given them the clue they needed to find him, or at least come close, but instead, it only left them needing to know more, tonight had become more urgent than ever. Wherever Stiles found himself, he wasn't alone. That was all he had told her before he ended the call, just like he said he would, leaving her speechless as she handed the phone back to Scott. 

Scott and Isaac began guiding the brunette out of the house, insisting that they would find him somehow, even if it took all night, they would just have to continue with their original plan- to look at his home, hoping to catch his scent and sniff him out. As they drove to the Stilinski house Isaac tried to call Allison for backup, the brunette in the passenger seat couldn't find it in herself to speak the words, she sat picking off her nail polish, all she could think about was the dream she had awoken from. The heavily bandaged man that had stood before her, all of the riddles it had asked her, she still couldn't figure out the answer to its last riddle. The two wolves were too scared to question the girl how she knew about Stiles, what she had dreamt about that not only told her he was missing and in danger, but had put her in the cold state she was in now.

The three ran through the Stilinski house, straight to his bedroom, only when they had barged through the door, two people were already stood in it, turning to look at them with just as much confusion. For a second, they had all wondered how the other group of people had found their way here, how they had known about Stiles too, clearly forgetting who the two girls in the room were, the kind of people they were, supernaturals, connected ones at that.

"I heard it," Lydia informed the wolf who questioned whether Stiles had called her too before he'd had that the way that Kinsey had found out was similar to the redhead, the supernatural way of them finding out their answers. "You?" Lydia asked her fellow harbinger, her brows had slightly furrowed as she looked at her best friend, noticing how she was bundled up in multiple layers of clothes, the tint to her lips, it was concerning. Lydia slightly looked to the right of her best friend at the tall wolf who stood beside her, he had noticed Lydia's stare, shaking his head, warning her not to mention it, just like neither he nor Scott had.

"A dream." She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat.

"Don't ask." Aiden pleaded. "It only gets more confusing when you ask." The wolf knew that from the time he had asked the redhead to explain how the whole Banshee-Angel connection that the two girls shared worked, it was a long-winded explanation, a detailed one, but it had only left him more than confused when he knew nothing. That was the problem when dealing with two rare supernatural creatures, there was nothing simple and straightforward about it.

"Not as confusing as this." The redhead deadpanned, turning back to the scene she and Aiden had been staring at before Kinsey and the two wolves had barged through the bedroom door. A pair of scissors when dug into Stiles's mattress, red string stretched from them to every corner of his bedroom all leading to pictures stood around his room, whether it was photos of himself and friends, articles on murders, even simple posters used for decoration, every single one had a red string leading to it. "He uses red for unsolved cases," Lydia spoke, her words directed to the girl whose brows furrowed, noticing the similarity to how she used a red highlighter when she didn't understand things. If this situation was in a book, that would be highlighted red too.

"Maybe he thinks he's part of an unsolved case." 

"Or is an unsolved case," Isaac suggested, looking around the room.

"Hold on." The redhead interrupted him. "Is he still out there? You don't know where he is?"

Scott shook his head. "He said he is in an industrial basement somewhere."

Isaac informed them of their plan, to come here and get a better scent of Stiles before they were to head out and sniff him out across town, with Allison not picking up her phone, and Kinsey in a less than the healthy state, finding Stiles had relied on their senses, at least until they found out they weren't the only two who were searching for him tonight. Now they could be a part of their search party too. Lydia had no problem with that, like Kinsey, she tried to dig for more about the description Stiles had given them, what else he had said that could help them. 

Scott and Isaac had opened their mouths, prepared to give them everything else Stiles had told them over the phone, but before either of them could, Kinsey had spoken up with information of her own. "Something's wrong with his leg. It's bleeding. He's freezing." She insisted, confident in her information, even if Stiles hadn't said it, she knew it because she could feel it, she could feel him, not just his physical state, the pain and cold he felt, but she could feel his emotions too. He was petrified wherever he was, he feared for his own life, she had never felt anything like it. Scott furrowed his brows at the girl wanting to know how she had gotten all of that from a phone call he had listened in on, none of what she had said had come from Stiles's mouth. "Trust me, he is." Kinsey insisted, there was no explanation or details given, but he believed her, they all did.

Lydia digressed, she knew how horrible it was to have to relive those kinds of things, maybe she didn't get the dream portion of being a harbinger of death like her best friend did, but she could sympathize for her, she didn't push to know the gory details, the two words of trust me were more than enough. "What did his dad say?"

"We kind of... We didn't tell him yet." Scott admitted, prepared for the lecture. 

"Stiles is bleeding and freezing and you didn't call his dad?"

"He made me promise not to." Scott defended himself, a poor argument as Lydia rolled her eyes in disbelief that they were keeping this from the boy's father because of something as silly as a promise. "We can find him by scent. If he was sleepwalking he couldn't have gotten far, right?"

Aiden pointed out that the Jeep was gone, something that none of the three had noticed, they had been too busy scrambling out of Kinsey's car that Scott had driven here, dumping the idea of riding his bike to race ahead of them when he had seen the brunette's trembling hands, she was in no state to drive. Lydia pulled out her phone, insisting that she was going to call Sheriff Stilinski herself, Scott had promised, but she hadn't.

"Lydia wait. I can get more help. I can call Derek, we'll try Allison again-" 

"Everyone but the cops. Great idea." The redhead interrupted him.

"You guys remember that they get these feelings when someone's about to die, right?" Aiden deadpanned, looking between the two harbingers of death, he hadn't failed to notice just how bad Kinsey looked, not to mention how much she had deteriorated since walking in the room. 

The Alpha turned to the Angel beside him, her watering red eyes, her cold to the touch skin despite how many layers he and Isaac had wrapped her up in, the blue shade on her lips, all of the things his best friend apparently felt too. While she just looked as if she was close to death, Stiles was close to it. Kinsey was their walking sand timer, the closer she looked to dying, they knew that it was the same for Stiles. 

He turned back to the redhead, reassuring her that she didn't have to call the cops, it was a five-minute drive to the station, he was going to tell the man in person that his son was missing. He and Isaac began guiding the brunette back out of the room, Aiden was about to follow them until the redhead had stopped him with a hand to his chest, insisting the two would catch up soon. She wasn't prepared to leave, something was in this room, she could feel it, and it wasn't just evidence of total insanity like Isaac suggested, Kinsey could feel what Lydia talked about, but someone needed to make the point to the Sheriff at just how short on time they all were. She couldn't stay and help Lydia.

Scott agreed that they would figure out what was wrong with Stiles once they had figured out a way to stop him from freezing to death, until then, they had to inform the cops, they needed to get as many people as they could looking for Stiles before the worse happened. Lydia nodded in agreement, reassuring him once again that they wouldn't be far behind, she just needed to try and find whatever was in this room that she could feel. 

Lydia took off her jacket, standing in the midst of all the red string as she looked around Stiles's bedroom, still surprised at how different it looked compared to just the other day when she had been laying on his bed watching as he placed pieces of string around an image of Barrow. Now it was hard to see anything but red string. While she stood waiting for something to happen inside of her, something supernatural, death-predicting, Aiden took the time to explore the room too, though he was doing it to be nosey rather than to trigger something inside of himself. Scattered all over the room, all over his dresser were photos that Stiles had printed off, some of him and Scott, some involving other people, sometimes not even himself. There were a few images of the redhead across the room with Kinsey and Allison, a photo he had clearly taken on their behalf, and some, were just Kinsey alone, on multiple occasions, there wasn't a single photo where she didn't have a big smile across her face. Even if her hands covered her face, there was a smile.

Through the digging on Stiles's dresser, he found another image, only this one was hand-drawn, an image of a tree, he recognized it, particularly because he had seen the redhead across the room draw one identical to it, when she and Kinsey had been drawing a picture of the Nemeton for months without even knowing it. That was just another thing she had tried to explain that had left him even more confused about the girl he was dating. Aiden turned to Lydia with the framed drawing in hand, holding it up to her.

"Didn't you draw this?" He asked, waving it around.

Lydia turned, rolling her eyes. "Put that back." She ordered him with a playful smile, her fingers brushing against one of the red strings.

"It's yours, right?" He asked again, still holding it up.

The girl sighed, shaking her head. She didn't know why she thought he was capable of following instructions, he hadn't done anything to prove that since she had met the wolf. Despite telling him to put it down, she answered his question since he was so curious to know the answer. And she felt the need to state that he was wrong, who would ever pass that up. "It's Kinsey's actually. It's in blue ink. Blue's her favorite color."

"He likes her a lot, doesn't he?" Aiden muttered.

"Mm-hmm." Lydia nodded, walking over to him with pursed lips. Aiden turned over the frame to see a small note attached to it with the brunette's name on it, a small happy birthday message in blue ink beneath it. "It's her birthday next month. Big deal." The redhead shook it off as she took the drawing out of his hand, placing it back on the dresser behind him.

Aiden nodded, about to admit defeat. Instead, he chose the more appealing option, delving into the drama that was clearly in front of him. Lydia knew something, he could tell by the way she'd reacted to the image, as if she wasn't surprised by it, nor by the fact that Stiles liked Kinsey when she was dating Isaac. She always knew more than she let on, it was a trait of hers, but this time it was clear she knew a lot more, maybe even more than the girl the gift was addressed to.

"Does she know he likes her?" Aiden asked as the redhead began walking away from him, back to the red string, something attracted it to her the most, maybe it was the conversation she and Stiles had had over the string the other night, but she couldn't help but keep going back to it.

Lydia shrugged, frankly, she wasn't sure whether Kinsey knew of Stiles's feelings for her, she had always thought it had been blatantly obvious that he had liked her since she'd moved into town, but as time went on she became unsure about it. The brunette seemed oblivious to it all as if he acted the way he acted around her with everyone, that she was just another friend to him. She didn't hear how he talked about her when she wasn't around, how his eyes lit up when anyone mentioned her name, the smile that spread across his face just by talking about her. Even how much she had influenced all of the little things in his life, like the colors of string he chose for his crime board, the reasoning behind them. To her, it seemed obvious that Stiles not liked the girl, but he loved her. Head over heels kind of love.

Aiden nodded, accepting that the redhead wasn't sure. "Does she like him?"

Lydia got so into talking about the situation, explaining the complication that was Kinsey and Stiles, that she hadn't even thought about answering his second question, her answer was an instinct, she couldn't have stopped the words from escaping her mouth even if she tried.

"Of course she does." Lydia blurted out, much to Aiden's surprise, and satisfaction. The girl knew from the second she heard her own words the mistake she had made, turning to look at the wolf on the other side of the room who wore a smug smile. "Keep that to yourself. She doesn't know."

Aiden scoffed. A stifled laugh. "What do you mean she doesn't know?"

"I mean she doesn't know," Lydia repeated, she wasn't going to elaborate. But once again, she'd gotten caught up in the topic, she couldn't help herself, she had been keeping it to herself since, well, the moment that she had seen Stiles look at Kinsey for the first time. "At least if she does, she hasn't told anyone or admitted it to herself. The thing is until Isaac waltzed into her life she had no idea what love was, or what it felt like. And now... she does. I just don't that she knew that what she felt for Stiles all of sophomore year was love until it was too late, she was already with Isaac. I mean, she loves him too. She just... loves both of them." Lydia shrugged, she wasn't sure of anything she had said, it was just her assumptions based on months of observations.

"Wow," Aiden mumbled under his breath. He knew that the brunette was complicated, but that was an understatement now. "Does Isaac know? About any of it?"

"I don't know." The redhead shrugged again. "I don't think so." 

By the time they had reached the station, Kinsey had deteriorated further, barely able to stand on her trembling legs, Isaac had had to support her weight through the station, quickly alerting Sheriff Stilinski, he thought something terrible had happened to her with the way she looked, he had no idea just how bad it was. 

His deputy, Parrish, had wrapped his jacket around the girl, sitting her down in a chair while Scott and Isaac took it upon themselves to explain the situation. Though Isaac had become a little distracted between the points he added, not only was he looking at his girlfriend as she shivered, but the deputy checking up on her. He couldn't explain it, it was strange to him. The deputy looked exactly like his older brother, Camden. 

Parrish hadn't noticed the stare of the wolf, he was confused as to what the Sheriff's missing son had to do with the freezing cold girl he had given his jacket to, but he refrained from mentioning it, it was a new job, he didn't want to overstep a boundary. It was clear that the Sheriff's priority was his missing son over the girl who had stumbled into the building, he trusted the man's instincts, Stiles needed to be his priority. Isaac shook off how much he believed Parrish looked like his older brother, it wasn't possible, Camden had died in combat, if he somehow survived and ended up in Beacon Hills, he would know about it. He would know if it was his brother. 

Sheriff Stilinski leaned on Parrish's desk, his breathing was heavy and shaky as he tried his best to comprehend the details that he had been told by the two werewolves, neither had explained what was going on with Kinsey yet, but he assumed that was because of the presence of Parrish and Cordova. She hadn't just come down with a cold. "If his Jeep is gone that's where we start. Parrish, get an APB on a blue 1980 CJ-5 Jeep." He turned to his other deputy. "Cordova, I want a list of any kind of industrial basement or sub-level of any building that he could've gotten into while sleepwalking." 

Sheriff Stilinski turned to the rest of the room filled with deputies who had been eavesdropping from the second that they had seen two teenage boys stumble into the building with the girl in their arms. "It's the coldest night of the year so far. So if he's out there barefoot in just a t-shirt he could already be hypothermic." He made his judgment on the girl in front of him, who looked as if she had reached that stage already. "Let's move fast. Let's think fast. The two of you, come with me. Kinsey, you stay with Parrish, okay? Someone get the girl a hot drink!" Sheriff Stilinski continued to order as he guided the two werewolves out of the room, leaving the brunette girl to throw a weak smile at the deputy beside her who couldn't even try to hide the concern he felt. 

The sheriff closed his office door behind him before turning to the two wolves. "Okay. Is there anything you need to tell me that I can't tell everybody out there? Like why Kinsey looks as if she is half an hour away from death for instance?" He asked as he pointed to the girl sitting outside of his office, barely able to hold the cup of hot cocoa that had been made for her. 

"She knew he was missing. So did Lydia." Scott deadpanned. "Kinsey can feel him. How she feels now, that's what Stiles feels like wherever he is." He explained the depth of his knowledge. 

"Can they help find him?"

"Lydia's working on it," Isaac reassured him. "Kinsey..." He mumbled that had been all the man needed to know that the brunette outside of his office was out of commission. 

"Anything else?"

"I called Derek and Allison for help," Scott added.

Just as Sheriff Stilinski asked whether the two could find him by scent a knock sounded at the door, Parrish opened it, all of the deputies behind him rushing around, pulling on their coats as he informed the man that they had found the Jeep. Every and all deputies were ordered to get to the hospital where the Jeep was spotted immediately, all but Parrish who had been put on Kinsey-watch, ordered to not leave her side until he was told otherwise while the girl herself had been given strict instructions of her own, not to move unless she had somehow figured out the location of Stiles, she had no problem agreeing to her orders as she gave Scott her car keys and insisted that her boyfriend goes with him, there was no time for him to be concerned about her, he had to be focused on finding Stiles too. 

Sirens sounded through the air as multiple cars pulled up to the hospital, Sheriff Stilinski and the brunette's cars leading the group of cruisers, all surrounding the blue Jeep parked in the hospital's parking lot. Sheriff Stilinski looked the car over, his son was gone and the car was as dead as a doornail, suggesting he must have left the lights open. None of them could fathom why Stiles would have come to the hospital, but they were determined to find out as all of them stormed into the hospital. Melissa met the string of cops the Sheriff at the door, she already had security sweeping every floor in search of him, though there hadn't been any sign of him yet.

While security continued to sweep every floor for him, Sheriff Stilinski and his deputies headed to the basement, the two werewolves to the roof where they had agreed to meet Derek, their own form of security to sweep the hospital. They had found Derek on the roof, but Stiles wasn't there, at least he wasn't anymore, but he had been tonight, he could catch his scent on the roof. Isaac insisted he would inform the Sheriff, but Scott gave him another mission, to find Allison, she still hadn't answered her calls, she needed to know what was going on, not just for the sake of Stiles, but for the sake of Kinsey too. She would never forgive them if they didn't tell her what was going on with her cousin.

"Notice how strong his scent is up here?" Derek asked the young Alpha beside him. "Ever heard of chemosignals? Chemical signals that communicate emotions. And just our sweat can give off anger, fear, or disgust. Take a deep breath and tell me what you feel."

Scott did as he was told, taking that deep breath. "Stress."

"And anxiety," Derek added. He didn't know what Stiles had been doing up here but there was definitely some kind of a struggle. A struggle with himself.

Rafael McCall walked into an almost empty Sheriff's Department with a sling on his arm, Kinsey had noticed him as soon as he had entered the building, Scott had told her about how his father was injured by one of the Oni, but the man seemed to be doing well now, he had that same look on his face of superiority, he looked down on everyone the same way he had since she'd known him. He looked around the station until he reached the desk with two of the very few people in the building, he was surprised to see the brunette bundled up beside Parrish, noticing her sickly appearance from afar. He approached the desk with a file in handing, asking where everyone was tonight, throwing in another question before Parrish could answer, he asked whether there had been any leads on their sword-wielding maniac, the one who had stabbed him last night.

Kinsey pursed her lips, refraining from revealing that she knew anything about those maniacs as Parrish reassured him that there were posters of their guy all over town, nodding at two posters that hung on the wall behind him. Kinsey turned to look at the posters, one depicting a cartoon samurai and the other showing a cartoon Zorro, her lips pulled into her smile, trying not to laugh at them, as was Parrish as he looked at her with a slight grin across his face. In the short time, he had been working here he had already come to dislike McCall, he could see that she wasn't a big fan of his either. From just that smirk across his face, she claimed Parrish as her favorite deputy.

"Not exactly what I described to the sketch artists," McCall complained.

"Well, you're not exactly the highest priority of the night, Agent McCall." Parrish deadpanned, a hint of attitude in his tone. He was definitely her favorite deputy. 

"What does that mean? What's the high priority?" He asked, looking at the brunette who sat next to the deputy, it couldn't be her, if she was such a high priority he doubted that she would be sat here with a full cup of now cold cocoa, even if she did look awful, he knew it wasn't her.

Kinsey took it upon herself to tell the man that Stiles was missing, hoping that some part of him would feel a sense of guilt for the way he had treated Sheriff Stilinski and Stiles over the past few weeks, that now he would be ridden of guilt for neglecting his own son, maybe if he called him every once in a while he would know what was going on. Instead, he'd been giving sketch artists poor descriptions of sword-wielding maniacs. Just as she hoped, McCall's face had dropped.

Lydia digressed once again, refusing to talk about the topic of Kinsey or anyone she may have romantic feelings towards. She had already told Aiden more than she ever intended, Kinsey would kill her if she knew just how much the former Alpha knew about her. The redhead picked up her phone as it pinged, an update from Scott. While he was with the Sheriff, Derek had gone to look at the high school, Isaac had gone to find Allison, and Kinsey was still at the station with one of the deputies. With that update Lydia knew she had to get back on track, trying to find a cause for that feeling inside of her while Aiden finally gave up on digging for the drama, his brain had been burnt out from the pieces of information he had gotten. Instead, he began messing around the room once again, this time, he began fiddling with the pieces of string that stretched across Stiles's bedroom, idly plucking one of them.

The string twanged with tension, a series of voices began whispering inside of the girl's ears as she sharply turned her head towards him, asking what he had done. Aiden snatched his hand back with a guilty look across his face as if he had been scolded by his mother. She noticed how quickly he had snatched his hand away from the string, knowing that that was what he touched, that was what had caused the voices. With a furrowed brow Lydia turned back to the string, her fingers lingering towards it before plucking the string, another series of voices filling her ears as she looked at it with worry. 

"What did that sound like to you?" She asked nervously.

"Like a string being pulled." Aiden deadpanned.

"You didn't hear people whispering?"

"I definitely did not hear people whispering." He shook his head. 

Lydia bent dent, placing her ear right beside the string, her finger wrapping around another one as she repeated the process again, listening to what the voices told her, she was still surprised to hear that Aiden heard nothing, but he wasn't sure anyone but Kinsey would hear the things that she heard, he certainly didn't. With glossy eyes she listened again, the voices were talking about a house, every pluck of the string gave her more, she followed the red string with her eyes until she was met with a picture of a house. A mental health center called Eichen House. The facility where William Barrow had been committed after he had killed all of those teenagers. She stood up, certain that was there they would find Stiles. Stiles was at Eichen house.

Frustrated, Kinsey sat stirring the cold cocoa in her cup, watching as it swirled around the plastic purposelessly, a little like how she sat in the sheriff station doing nothing while everyone else was out looking for Stiles, she was purposeless, just like the cocoa in her cup that was supposed to warm her up. The brunette couldn't believe she had reached a point in her life where sitting in a sheriff's station comparing herself to a drink that had gone cold was normal, possibly the most normal thing about her life. 

When she hadn't been stirring the cup, she had checked her phone, waiting for an update from anyone, but she was yet to receive anything, while she sat beside the town's best new deputy, she was out of the loop. Only left to feel everything that Stiles felt while he was out there in the cold. Parrish had been trying to keep her company with idle chatter, but even he could tell that she felt useless sitting here shivering while her friends were out looking for Stiles. 

A guilt-ridden Rafael had been in and out of the office trying to assist with the search for the boy from the station, occasionally he had been checking up on Kinsey, he still didn't quite get why she was there or why she looked the way she did, but he had learned not to ask questions, they never got him anywhere. Especially not with teenagers. 

"Do you need a tissue?" Rafael asked as he stopped in front of the desk, looking at the girl whose eyes had begun watering even more until it looked as though she was sobbing. Kinsey nodded as the man handed her a tissue, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Allergies?"

"No." Kinsey shook her head. "It's just that smell." She sniffled.

"What smell?" Parrish questioned her with a furrowed brow.

"You can't smell that?" The brunette asked, looking between them with confusion, both Rafael and Parrish shook their heads with knitted brows. "It smells terrible." Her lip curled as she tried to describe the smell, it had been following her around, but she had checked the bottom of her shoes, but they were clean, free of anything terrible smelling feces like she originally suspected. 

A confused Rafael headed back into the office, too confused to ask any more questions, as was the deputy that he had left her with, he looked at the girl with worry, wondering if he'd missed something, she certainly wasn't a normal girl, she seemed nice enough but she was far from a normal person. He stood up from the desk, disappearing for a few minutes before he returned with a fresh cup of cocoa, replacing the cold one in her hand, this time he suggested that she drank it rather than watching it swirl around the cup, that wouldn't warm her up anytime soon.

Kinsey nodded, taking the cup from with him a smile, he stood waiting until she took a few sips of the drink, proving that she could follow instructions. Once he had finally taken his seat again Kinsey pulled out her phone, calling Allison hoping that she would be the one to give her the update on Stiles that she craved to hear, but her phone went straight to voicemail, just like it had when Isaac had been calling her on the drive here. It was strange, she never turned off her phone not even to get a good night's sleep, for reasons like this, that something would happen while she was asleep. With a groan of frustration the girl hung up the phone, calling Lydia instead, her phone, unlike Allison's had rung, but it continued to ring until she was eventually met with that same annoying voicemail that she wasn't in no mood to hear tonight. Nobody wanted to update her on what was happening, she felt as though she had the right to know whether she had to ask Parrish to take her to the hospital anytime soon before she died from hypothermia.

Rafael walked back out of the office with haste to his walk, waving around a piece of paper with his one good arm. "Hey, is this the exact transcript of Scott and Stiles's phone call?" He asked as Parrish nodded in agreement, it was the one that they were all given. "These words. Stiles says, "Something smells terrible. My eyes are watering"." Rafael quoted, Kinsey and Parrish sat up in their seats knowing those words sounded awfully familiar, because not so long ago the brunette girl who hadn't seen the transcript had practically quoted them herself.

Before Rafael was able to make that point for himself a voice from the reception had perked up their ears, Melissa stood in her scrubs talking to the receptionist, announcing that she was here to see Agent McCall who quickly walked over to her, distracted for a moment. Kinsey looked at Parrish with a weak smile, a quiet chuckle unable to say anything that would explain how she'd described the same smell that Stiles had. Melissa gave the man a weak smile, telling him that now her shift was over she wanted to see if she could help, she came here knowing that not only he was going to be here, but Kinsey was here too, Scott had managed to fill her in slightly. With the mention of the brunette's name, Rafael turned back to that thought of concern, how she had quoted what Stiles said, her eyes watering as they burned. As he turned to look at her Kinsey she was wiping her eyes again with another sniffle, still affected by that smell.

"Kinsey," Rafael shouted the girls' name across the station, raising her head. "Come on. We're going to look for Stiles." Kinsey jumped out of her seat, about to take off the jacket that Parrish had given her, but he insisted that for tonight she keep, she needed it a lot more than he did if he was going to be sitting here all night, all she had to do was return it to him at some point. 

The brunette sat in the back of the car with Parrish's jacket wrapped around her, still shivering if it could even be called that anymore, she felt like a walking icicle, her breath was more visible than ever and it pained her to move because of how cold she was. Despite all of that pain, there was nothing more painful than sitting behind two divorcees who didn't quite know how to speak to one another anymore since their marriage had ended and the man had disappeared from the face of the Earth until a few weeks ago. That was painful. Both Rafael and Melissa were trying to distract themselves from the awkwardness, both opting for using Kinsey as their reason to do so, checking up on her deteriorating health every time an awkward silence returned. 

Eventually, Rafael had decided to bring up a topic much easier than the girl in the back, instead, he chose to explain his reasoning behind where he was taking them to find Stiles, where he was convinced was the place that Stiles would be found. But neither quite understood.

"So what are you saying?" Melissa questioned him.

"I'm saying the real question might be, how do we know he's not still asleep?"

"You mean he's been asleep this whole time?" Kinsey asked as she leaned forward between the two front seats, unable to see how that made sense. Stiles couldn't have gotten so far while he was still asleep, at least she hadn't thought so.

"Well, people who sleepwalk do crazy things." Rafael shrugged as he talked to the girl through the rearview mirror. Talking about a time when one guy went down to the kitchen and cooks an entire meal while another guy mowed his entire lorn naked. 

Melissa laughed slightly, but she was still confused as she asked why any of that mattered to the situation they were in now. Stiles hadn't been at home cooking an entire meal, nor had he been on his lawn mowing the grass naked, he had managed to drive all the way to the hospital before going wherever he is now. 

Rafael recalled a time they lived in a townhouse apartment, there was one night he had come home drunk, a comment that both Melissa and Kinsey had scoffed at, the two knew there was a lot more than one night where he had come home drunk, Meliss had seen it for herself while Kinsey had heard the stories of Rafael's drunken antics. 

He chose to ignore his ex-wife's comment, focusing on the subject at hand, he had come home drunk, passed out on the bed before getting up to go to the bathroom before hearing Melissa yell at him, asking him what he was doing, Melissa could recall the night he was talking about, he hadn't been in the bathroom. The man had been in the closet peeing in the laundry basket, even though he had been drunk, he was convinced he was in the bathroom, who were they to assume that Stiles wasn't just convinced he was in a basement, really he was somewhere else.

Neither Melissa nor Kinsey could argue with that logic, neither wanted to agree that the man may have had a point, but he did, a valid one. Not only had Rafael managed to come up with the theory that Stiles was still asleep but he also had an idea of where they might find him too. The three pulled up to the preserve, stepping out into the dark. Melissa looked to the girl on her left, noticing how Kinsey's eyes had widened as she looked out across the preserve.

"Kins? You okay, sweetheart?" She mumbled, a hand on the girl's shoulder.

He was here. She was sure of it as she turned to the woman, confirming it. Melissa looked back at her with surprise, wondering how she knew that, she still wasn't sure of the extent of the girl's abilities that was something Scott had never managed to fill her in on, he still didn't understand it himself, she wasn't sure that the Angel herself was. But this seemed like something that Kinsey did understand, there was confidence, assertiveness to her tone. Rafael had walked around the car just as Kinsey spat out the words again. Stiles was here. She could feel it. She knew where he was, exactly where to find him. For the first time tonight, she was sure of herself. 

Without another word the brunette girl had run ahead of them, leaving them stunned as they watched her disappear into the darkness of the preserve as she followed the feeling inside of her allowing it to guide her. Adrenaline rushed through her body, she no longer felt pain from the cold as she moved, she was still cold, but as she began running through the preserve her body began to warm up again allowing her to move even faster. She ignored Melissa and Rafael's calls as they grew further and further away from her. Rafael was just glad he knew the direction that she was heading in, she clearly had come to the same conclusion as him, he knew exactly where she would end up. The only question that remained was whether Stiles would be there too. 

As the girl found herself closer to the coyote den Malia had been living in she could hear Stiles, she could hear his fearful screams, only pressuring her to get there faster. Kinsey shouted the boy's name as she saw him kicking and screaming on the floor outside of the cave Malia spent eight years living in. As she reached him the pungent smell had become stronger, her eyes had begun watering again, only this time it wasn't just from the strong scent that burnt her nostrils, but tears of both sadness and joy that she had found him. 

Stiles screamed at the top of his lungs over and over again, telling someone or something to wait. The brunette wrapped her arms around him, repeatedly shouting his name, trying to wake him up. Melissa and Rafael reached the girl, watching as Stiles struggled in her arms until he'd finally woken up, seeing the arms wrapped around him, the voice that sounded in his ears. His screaming had come to a halt as he become to realize that he was no longer in a bad dream, he was awake, alive, and with Kinsey. Her freezing cold touch was enough to make him know it was real. He turned to see Rafael and Melissa, their distraught faces before he turned to the girl that had her arms wrapped around him, a relieved smile across her face, tears rolling down it. 

"You found me." He muttered. 

"I found you." She nodded through her tears, softly stroking the face that had become covered in dirt from hours of rolling around, kicking, and screaming in his sleep. "I'm here. You're alright." She muttered softly resting her head on his, taking a deep, shaky breath. Still surprised that she had managed to find him. "I found you." 

With their heads bowed, the three teenagers sat in the hallway of the hospital, waiting to hear something about Stiles, or for Isaac to get back here with Allison, whichever came between the two. For half an hour they'd waited around to hear something from the doctors, the only thing they had had to distract them was Melissa giving Kinsey a check-up of her own to make sure there would be no long term effects of what she had been through tonight, though the girl had begun to look better in her appearance, all of them needed the peace of mind, just in case they couldn't get that same peace of mind from Stiles's check-up. 

Lydia had been quiet since reaching the hospital, she had only spoken a few words since her arrival, only to her brunette best friend, relieved that she was still alive and that she'd managed to find Stiles, unlike her who had led everyone else on a wild goose chase to the basement of a mental institution, at least one of them had put their abilities to good use tonight. 

Until being called into the room by the doctor Sheriff Stilinski had been pacing the hallway to fill the time that they were all waiting, the hospital had never had so many people waiting for just one patient. Stiles had managed to fill the small hallway with his father, Kinsey, Lydia, Scott, and his parents, not to mention that there were two more on the way and Derek and Aiden outside jumpstarting his Jeep for when he was released from the hospital. He never would have thought he would have so many people waiting to hear that he was okay, so many people willing to go out in the cold and spend an entire night looking for him.

As Sheriff Stilinski walked down the hall the three teenagers quickly stood up to meet him, his walk hadn't given them much hope, his hands buried in his pockets, his head bowed. 

"He's sleeping now. And he's just fine." Sheriff Stilinski reassured them, looking at the brunette girl as he spoke, allowing them all to breathe a sigh of relief. "He doesn't remember much. It's a bit like a dream to him. Thank you." He added, looking at Agent McCall.

"It was that repellent we sprayed in the coyote den to keep other animals out. I couldn't go near it without my eyes watering. If it wasn't for Kinsey's eyes watering at the station and Stiles's call with Scott, I wouldn't have known." The man nodded towards the brunette girl, still unsure on how she had managed to have watering eyes and smell the repellent from the station, instead, he chose not to linger onto the confusion he felt, rather be grateful they had found Stiles. 

Sheriff Stilinski thanked the man again. After a small and untimely spat, McCall finally took the gratitude with a nod of the head and a shake of hands.

"All right, you three. You've got school in less than six hours. Go home. Go to sleep." Melissa ordered them, hugging her son and Kinsey before the three of them walked slowly through the hall, Scott guiding the two girls. None of them wanted to leave until they were able to see Stiles, but he needed rest, and so did they, though there was a fear in all of them to sleep after what had happened to Stiles. 

"I don't know what happened." Lydia shook her head. "I was so sure."

Scott reassured the redhead that none of that mattered, he didn't believe he had helped much either, but what mattered was that Stiles was okay, much to the agreement of the brunette girl. She knew how the two felt, she still felt useless after tonight, she may have been the one who had woken Stiles up and been there to comfort him, but without Agent McCall, she would have spent the entire night freezing to death at the station. not knowing where Stiles was. She had done nothing until the last minute, if she hadn't gone near the preserve, he would have still been out there, none of them had done as much as they wished they had. 

As Scott grabbed ahold of either girl's hand, squeezing them tightly for comfort the girls both flinched at the sound of metal clanging loudly in their ears, both turning behind them, looking down the hall, expecting the noise to come from there. But there was nothing. Scott watched as the two girls looked around them, asking them if they heard something, and they did, both of them did, but they had lost faith in the noises and the voices in their head, it had done nothing for them, it had caused nothing but trouble. The best thing they could do for themselves and everyone else was act like they weren't there, which was exactly what both of them did as they responded to the wolf with a shake of the head, acting as though their in-sync movement had been nothing more than a coincidence. As far as they were concerned they heard nothing at all.

With folded arms, Kinsey stood beside her cousin. and boyfriend, watching the confusion spread across Mr. Yukimura's face as he listened to the voicemail that had been left on Allison's phone last night. When Isaac had woken the brunette up, banging on the door of the apartment, they found that her phone was off, just as Kinsey had told herself, Allison never turned her phone off. Until Isaac had told her, she'd had no idea of what had been going on all night, by that point, the panic had eased and Kinsey was already on the way to the hospital with Stiles. It was as the girl searched amongst the missed calls and texts from everybody that she noticed a voicemail left in Japanese that neither she nor the wolf were able to translate. Upon picking Kinsey up from the hospital the three decided that it could wait a few more hours, in that time, the focus of Allison and Isaac had been placed on making sure that Kinsey got some sleep after almost catching her death, they wouldn't have minded a few extra hours sleep of their own either. 

"You're right. It's Japanese." Mr. Yukimura nodded at the three teenagers standing before him. "Who left this on your phone?" He asked curiously, looking between any of them for an answer, or at least an idea as to who would be leaving the girl such strange voicemails in the middle of the night, but they had already been through that thought process, none of them had any idea, especially when they didn't know what the voicemail said. 

"I don't know." Allison shook her head, still unsure even after sleeping on it for a few hours. "All of the messages are the same and they all say Blocked ID."

"Can you translate it?" Kinsey asked the man.

He could only translate most of the message, from what he could understand, the man speaking on the message was giving instructions, the first line being "all evacuees are required to stay at least ten feet back from the outside fences", but it had no significance to the three teenagers who looked at one another with furrowed brows, unable to see what fences had to do with anything going on in their lives. They didn't even have a fence, they lived in an apartment, fences meant nothing to either of the girls. After Isaac had asked what it meant Yukimura continued to inform them that the man on the voicemail was referencing the fences surrounding a Japanese intermittent camp during World War Two. Isaac looked back at his girlfriend and the other brunette, wondering if that had any significance to them, but still, the two girls couldn't see the connection that Allison would have to a World War Two camp. 

Mr. Yukimura explained that after Pearl Harbor, Japanese-Americans were rounded up and put into camps. The man on Allison's voicemail was reading instructions to prisoners upon their arrival. That was all that that the man was able to translate before he handed the phone back to the older Argent, if anything she and the couple were left more confused than when they had woken up this morning. Usually, it would have been the kind of thing that they involved Chris in before coming to their history teacher but the man was away from home again for a few days on another gun deal, leaving the girls to fend for themselves.

"Where does something like this come from?" Allison asked, taking back her phone.

"I have no idea." The man admitted, watching as the three looked down at Allison's phone in her hand, wondering what they were supposed to do now. "Because it's fake."

Their head sharply raised, looking up from the phone back at the man, the same expression across each of their faces, now they were most definitely befuddled, unable to understand how or why Allison had received the message, or why that person who had left it there would give her some fake instructions for an intermittent camp she had no connection to. None of it made sense to any of them. The message mentioned the name of the internment camp Oak Creek.

There was no internment camp named Oak Creek in California, as the man explained, the three teens couldn't find it within themselves as they shook their heads, choosing to leave any and all questions there, for now, their brains had been completely burnt out by the information he had provided them with. The three had walked out of the classroom, opting for a change of subject, turning back to the one on all of their minds, Stiles's health. Kinsey and Scott were visiting him later on in the evening, accompanying him while he was put through a series of tests while the two beside her opted to leave them to it, agreeing that they would be waiting outside for her when the tests were over with. Only so many people could join Stiles, and it was clear who he needed in the room with him most at this time, and it wasn't either of them. 

As Allison and Isaac walked with the brunette to math, asking her if she had gotten any updates on Stiles yet, every sound in the Angel's ears had become amplified, every locker that slammed in the crowded hallway echoed through her ears, every door that opened, every foot that hit the floor all sounded as though they were happening in her head at maximum volume. She tried her best to listen to them as she walked, though she couldn't help but flinch at every little noise.

"Kinsey." Isaac stopped her, noticing her consistent flinching. "You don't have to go, you know that, right? Stiles will understand, he knows what happened to you too last night." He suggested that the brunette leave it for another day, as far as they knew, Stiles would still be there for yet another day, he could wait to see her until then. Usually, it was the kind of suggestion he would make as a concerned, over-protective, and slightly jealous boyfriend, but it was clear that Kinsey had too much on her plate, pushing her to the point of exhaustion she could use a day without someone around her reaching near death, if not their actual death, herself included in that. 

"I'm fine." She reassured him. "I'm just a little hyper-sensitive to loud sounds today." As soon as she had said those words another locker slammed leaving her flinching once again, the brunette opened her mouth, prepared to put their minds at rest, she could see the pity washed over both of their faces, but before she could even try to convince them, it happened again, each one had become louder and louder. 

"You sure you're okay?" Allison questioned her. 

Kinsey nodded once again, failing to convince either of them. Her eyes were glossy, she was on the verge of tears, since they had picked her up from the hospital last night she hadn't seemed her usual self. She was on edge, even more so than what they were used to, quieter than usual, they knew they would never fully be able to understand what she went through, her experiences were much different than their own. Stiles being missing had been stressful for them all, but none of them, not even Lydia had been able to feel the kind of stress that she had, they never would, they were incapable of feeling what she felt. They didn't have to suffer with being in the mind of others, feeling what they felt, sensing death and everything else that had come with her being what she was, and since the sacrifice, it seemed that the girl was showing more abilities than ever, slowly working her way down the list of abilities that had been listed in the bestiary. 

With another thud of books hitting the tables in classrooms as people settled into their final period of the day, the brunette only struggled more to hide how sensitive to loud noises she'd become since waking up this morning. There were only so many worried looks she could take from Allison and Isaac before she felt as though she was going insane, and she was beginning to reach her limit, hoping to put a stop to both of their pitiful stares, the girl suggested that she was going to skip their last class to have a nap before she met Scott at the hospital, a suggestion that neither of them was against, well, at least they hadn't been against it until she insisted she'd be going home alone. Then they didn't think it was such a great idea. They didn't like leaving her own, she'd noticed that both of them were convinced she was incapable of handling herself if the two of them weren't around. At times, they were right. But today, they weren't. 

Neither managed to argue with her before she'd bidden them farewell and headed straight to the exit of the school leaving them both standing stunned, watching her until she disappeared from the corridor, both considering following her anyway but they knew better than to anger the girl, especially when she was tired, they didn't want to feel her wrath. 

There was a slight awkwardness, a sorrow as Scott and Kinsey stood beside the boy about to be put through an entire evening of medical tests, the boy himself sat in a hospital robe on the MRI machine, looking down at his hands. Unlike his best friends, he was less sad and more terrified of what he was about to go through. He knew why these tests were being done, his father and Melissa hadn't needed to tell him for him to know that he was showing the same symptoms that his mother had shown when she was diagnosed with her condition before she'd died from it. So far, he had refrained from mentioning that to the two who had come to support him, partly due to the fact he couldn't quite find the words, unable to admit it aloud. 

"I'm not sure if I know how to pronounce this. Or if it's just a misspelling." The doctor mumbled as he looked down at Stiles's fail, reading his birth given name, one that he was never called, not since developing his nickname early on in life. Slightly annoyed with the lack of professionalism Sheriff Stilinski snapped at the man, insisting that he just call his son Stiles. He was irritable, he had spent the sixteen hours walking with his son in the hospital, he was sleep-deprived and had no time for dull-witted comments. The doctor nodded before turning to the boy sitting on the edge of the MRI machine. "Stiles, just to warn you, you're going to hear a lot of noise during the MRI. It's due to pulses of electricity going through metal coils inside the machine. Uh, if you want we can get you earplugs or headphones." The man suggested. 

Kinsey's brows furrowed at the doctor's description, the loud noise of electricity pulsing through the metal coils of the machine, it was practically the perfect description of the sound she had heard early hours this morning before she had left the hospital, the noise she purposely ignored, it had continued until she had fallen asleep this morning, leaving her alone all day, though it had left the after effect of being over-sensitive to all other loud noises. Scott noticed how the Angel's face had contorted at the description, but both chose to focus on Stiles who insisted he didn't need anything to block out the noise, Kinsey was tempted to take the earplugs instead of him. It might be just what she needed to block out all of the noises in her head.

"We're just the other side of that window." Sheriff Stilinski tried to comfort his son, pointing between him, the two teenagers, and Melissa, all of them here as his support to get through both the tests and everything that would come from them. "Okay?" 

"Okay." Stiles nodded with a weak smile, patting his father on the shoulder as the man excused himself and Melissa, heading into the small room behind the window to brush over a few minor details before the tests began. Stiles turned to Scott and Kinsey, both of them trying to be strong for him, though it was proving hard. "You know what they're looking for, don't you?" He asked, he could tell, neither of them could look at him for too long before their eyes would begin to fill with tears, they didn't need telling, they were already aware. Kinsey and Scott nodded, they weren't sure of the complicated details, all they knew was that he may have the illness that his mother had died from. "It's called frontotemporal dementia. Areas of your brain start to shrink."

Kinsey fiddled with her fingers as he continued his explanation, telling them how it was the only kind of dementia that could affect teenagers, how there was no cure. The girl couldn't help but let her guard slip down, a tear rolling down her cheek that she wiped away with her sleeve, her own tears racing from her sorrowful eyes had set off the wolf beside her who had to wipe a few tears of his own. None of them could believe that this was what their lives had come to, at just the ripe ages of sixteen and seventeen, they were met with the thought of one of their friends becoming ill, something that wasn't supernatural, for the first time in their lives. 

"Stiles, if you do have it, we'll do something." Scott insisted, finally able to look his best friend in the eye as he spoke with glass eyes. "I'll do something." He said, looking Stiles straight in the eye knowing that his words had been clear, Stiles knew what he meant, it was the only way out they could see in front of them. Stiles nodded, giving his permission as the two boys wrapped their arms around one another, holding it there for a moment as they both wept.

Scott stepped back, placing a hand on Kinsey's shoulder with a faint smile before he left to join his mother and the sheriff on the other side of the glass, he couldn't stand in front of Stiles any longer without breaking down, seeing him from the other room was already more than he could handle, he was met with the thought of losing his best friend, something he hadn't imagined ever happening so soon into their lives. 

Kinsey and Stiles were silent for a moment, he gave her the time to gather what she wanted to say to him, as if it were possible for her to know what to say, in the times she had experienced death in her life, she hadn't had to say final goodbyes, she had never had the chance before, it almost felt like this could be a goodbye, at least one to the lives they'd lead so far. All-day she'd been trying to think of what she could say to him, that same thought had popped into her head. The life she had led with Stiles so far. 

In a time when she had needed guidance, there was one person she saw fitting above the rest, so rather than going home and napping like she had told Allison and Isaac, Kinsey had driven to the animal clinic straight from the school, and just like she needed, Deaton had given her some of that much-needed guidance. 

"Give me your hands," Kinsey mumbled softly, holding out her own. Though confused, Stiles placed his hands in her, watching as she cupped them before taking a deep shaky breath before she dared to look him in the eye, both of them already had tears down their face, streaming, she hadn't even spoken what she needed to say, and yet it was still a lot for them both to take in. "All day I've been trying to figure out what I could say to you, and well... I've still got nothing," Kinsey said with a burst of slight laughter, finding herself pathetic, but it had managed to lighten Stiles's spirits slightly as he smiled at her. "So Deaton taught me another way." 

The boy's smile faded, his face contorting, brows knitted, unsure what other way there was if she didn't plan on speaking what she needed to say. Kinsey took another deep breath as she cleared her mind, remembering the words that Deaton had said to her, she had only practiced with him as little as a few hours ago, she didn't quite have the same amount of memories with the man as she did with Stiles, so she knew she needed to concentrate. Her focus had to be on him and only him, their touch helping to strengthen the connection that they clearly already shared after last night. She softly asked the boy to close his eyes, watching him as he followed her instructions before closing her own. As darkness came over their eyes, she pictured every memory they had ever shared with one another. Starting from the very beginning. 

With a deep breath, Kinsey worked up the courage to open the door, preparing herself for the first time that she would be meeting the people with whom she'd be spending the remainder of sophomore year with. The door opened with a large creak that turned every head beside the teachers towards her, immediately making her wish that the ground would swallow her up or that maybe her alarm clock would sound any second and wake her up from this nightmare. 

Kinsey scanned the room for a free seat which was when she had noticed Allison sat near the back of the class with a faint smile across her face, clearly she was still feeling the same nerves from when she had entered the class. Luckily, the only other free seat in the class didn't stray far from her cousin, just a seat in front and to the left directly behind a boy who was sporting a buzzcut and a blazer as well as his own nervous smile.

"I don't think he likes you." A small whisper came from in front of the brunette causing her to look up, the boy sitting in front of her had turned in his seat, just enough to talk to her but not enough that he couldn't make a swift turn when their teacher looked up from his desk.

"Does he like anyone?"

"Trust me, he isn't even the worst one." The boy laughed quietly, still wary of the teacher behind him who seemed in the mood to hand out detentions today. If not that then homework could take up the remainder of sophomore year. "Stiles Stilinski." He announced as he held out his hand, at first Kinsey had paused wondering what he had just said to her before she realized that that was his name and not just two words he'd nervously spat out while trying to talk to her. She just hoped that he hadn't noticed her confusion.

A smile grew across his face as he rewatched their first introduction over again, this time he was able to see it all from her perspective, able to feel what she felt, the thoughts that had been in her mind when he had introduced himself. It was a strange sensation, being able to relive that moment, of course, since meeting her he had thought about it, but this was much different, he had never truly known what she thought of him, and now, she was showing him. 

"Fuck." Kinsey dramatically groaned as she threw her head onto the steering wheel, she was too frustrated to even complain about how hard she'd hit her head. It was her own fault.

When she had finished her temporary tantrum Kinsey looked up again knowing she'd worn out her options. No GPS, no phone, and now, no car. All that remained was the houses surrounding her in the street she'd been so unfortunate to break down in. She was at the beginning of every horror movie that ever existed. There was no need to rent a horror movie tonight, she was in it instead. She was the dumb girl at the beginning who knocked on the door for help and ended up getting murdered by the town serial killer, her death would be the first domino. That girl.

But she had no other choice.

"Kinsey?" He questioned as he looked the girl at his door up and down, much like she had done to him. Based on the pajama bottoms and t-shirt he was wearing she gathered that he wasn't expecting company and probably was hoping that the knock had been his take-out arriving. And Stiles gathered that from the brunette's drenched appearance that her turning up at his house wasn't intentional. At that thought, his eyes wandered past her and to the car sat in the middle of the road, a slight smoke coming from under the hood that he chose not to mention.

"Hey, Kinsey," Stiles spoke up just as the girl walked down the porch steps towards where Allison sat in her car outside of the boy's house patiently. Kinsey knew that she'd receive plenty of questions as to why she was here from the second she got in the car, she could already see her cousin's curious yet smug grin all the way from where she stood. It wasn't going to be fun.

"Yeah?" She said as she turned around, her back to the smug brunette in the car who was clearly trying to eavesdrop even from the distance between Stiles's house and the curb.

"Friday night. Lydia's party. Are you going?"

Kinsey thought about her answer for a moment. Whether she was going to go against the excuse that she had told Lydia and Jackson or if she would be a good cousin and stay at home for the non-existent family night. "Are you going?" She asked, buying her a moment to think.

"Me? I think so. Maybe. Yeah."

"I'll see you there, Stilinski."

The boy felt as his cheeks began to glow red, just like they had that night, he'd known from the minute she had walked into class that she was a beautiful girl, one that he never had a chance with, his first thought had been to ask if she wanted to go to the party on Friday night, hoping to give her a good first impression of this town, but he hadn't had the courage until she turned up on his doorstep, dripping from the rain, taking it as a sign, that maybe it was fate. A warmth had washed over the boy, hoping that it would never end, he could have done this for hours, it was the best thing he had ever experienced. 

Kinsey continued to flash through every memory. Lydia's party. Finding out about werewolves with him, sitting in his room, studying as she gave him the run-through of her highlighted notes and why she had chosen those colors, finding out that her father was the Alpha that had been tormenting them. To them, time felt like it was going on forever, that they had relieved it all in real-time, in reality, not even a minute had passed as the three on the other side of the window watched, wondering what she was doing that had Stiles smiling so much despite his tears. 

After assisting Lydia out of his Jeep Stiles had caught a glimpse of the girl in blue, not recognizing her at a first glance until he chose to take a longer one. Only then realizing exactly who it was.

"I told her she should let me style her more often" Lydia smiled as she too admired Kinsey who was fixing her dress unbeknownst to the looks that she received. "She looks good, doesn't she?"

"That's one word for it," Stiles mumbled as Kinsey walked up to the two of them with a smile.

As the brunette showed him all of the memories from her perspective, he began thinking about them from his own perspective, how he had felt in those moments, and somehow, that pushed through to the girl, for a moment, she lost control, able to see it all from Stiles's perspective of the winter formal. Somehow, he had used her own abilities against her. Pushing his memories back in her direction, even he hadn't understood how he had done it, he felt his cheeks begin to blush again, knowing that she was about to find out how he had always seen her too. 

Stiles sat beside Lydia watching as Kinsey and Allison danced happily in front of him, he couldn't help but smile at what she had done. He didn't have to question that she was dancing with Allison because Jackson refused to, he knew the kind of person that Kinsey was. The kind of person who was always there when people needed her to be. No matter what the situation.

"Why don't you just ask Kinsey to dance? One, she's already up there and two, we both know she's the one that you really want to dance with tonight." Lydia suggested leaving the boy stood with his jaw slack.

"I- I don't-"

"Come on, Stiles. I saw the way you looked at her when she got out of the car and how you've been looking at her all night. Or every other time you've ever seen her. Are you just going to sit and wait around for her to notice how you feel or are you going to man up and tell her?"

"Not tonight. I can wait a little longer to tell her how I really feel." Stiles shook his head.

Stiles flicked on the light switch illuminating the ice rink in its large and beautiful glory, from the door the five were able to see the ice glistening under the lights setting quite the scene for a date and an even better scene for a first date. The whole place was at their disposal. Allison nudged Kinsey in the side as her way of saying how well Stiles had done with planning tonight, though she knew that he had planned to bring them all to the ice rink she hadn't imagined it would look the way it did. It was the perfect date for Kinsey, Allison had told Stiles about how much the girl loved skating when they were younger, especially during the time they lived in New York during the winter as well as how she always talked about wanting to skate. Until tonight the who still considered themselves new to town hadn't known Beacon Hills even had an ice rink, let alone how amazing it looked on nights like this. None of them had expected such a simple thing to look so beautiful. Allison and Scott had practically skipped into the rink as they beamed with joy while Lydia followed behind them nodding at Stiles to show her approval with tonight before she joined Scott and Allison as they looked over the rink, admiring its beauty before marking it with the blades of their skates. Kinsey still stood at the door taking in the image of the ice rink when Stiles offered out a hand for the girl, this date wasn't going to go the way he had planned if she stood outside admiring the place from afar for the remainder of the night. The brunette smiled as she took the boy's hand and walked into the ice rink with him.

"You did good, Stilinski." She smiled as he nodded proudly.

While Stiles retrieved a pair of skates for himself and the brunette she sat on the benches unable to stop herself from smiling, never had she thought when she met Stiles that in just two months she would be sat in an ice rink dithering while on a date with him. That thought had never even crossed her mind until now when it was more of a reality, it seemed to make sense, things that they had been through over the past two months made sense. Especially how he had reacted on the night of Scott's first full moon when he and Scott seemed to be on the outs, back then she hadn't understood it and had distanced herself from a fight between two people who had been best friends for most of their lives. But now that she was beginning to understand that Stiles had seen her as more than a best friend it made sense why he'd acted the way he had back then, he was mad at Scott. Mad at Scott for trying to kiss the girl that he liked, not just because she was Allison's cousin or their mutual best friend. She had been oblivious to it, blind, until now.

Clearly, she was the only one. Based on the "about time" comment Lydia made yesterday when she had heard about the date and how Allison and Scott had been looking at her she seemed to be the only one who'd never even thought about her and Stiles in that scenario. Knowing Allison she was already planning their wedding as she sat over by the wolf lacing up her skates.

"It's freezing in here." Kinsey laughed through the chattering of her teeth as she and Stiles sat tying up the laces on their skates. "And yes, I know that we're in an ice rink before you say that."

"Actually, I was going to ask if you wanted this," Stiles said as he held out an orange jacket. "I know that Lydia probably wouldn't approve of the color combination but it's-"

"The color of the Mets." The two said in unison.

"Maybe Lydia has a good point about orange and blue not being the best match. But, you know, um, sometimes there's other things you wouldn't think would be a good combination end up turning out to be, like, a perfect combination, you know. Like, two people together who nobody ever thought would be together. Ever." Stiles explained, the girl immediately knew what he was trying to do, he wasn't discreet about trying to figure out how she felt about him, but he should have known better than to think she would make any of this easy for him. He'd underestimated her if he thought he'd get a straight answer, and even if she did want to give him one, she wasn't able to. Truthfully she didn't know how she felt about that kind of relationship with Stiles. Until tonight she hadn't considered it a possibility and it would take her time to figure out if that was what she wanted from the relationship they had formed.

The brunette girl cleared her throat, startling the boy who quickly shoved his jersey into the sports bag resting on his bed beside him. "Ready for the big game?"

"I doubt I'll play." Stiles shook his head taking everything that he had thought back, it was stupid for him to have thought that he could play tonight, that he had a chance to make his father proud by scoring at least a single goal. It was stupid to think like that, even if Coach had lost two of his players it still remained highly unlikely he would choose him to play. He had blown that chance when the whole Bilinski incident had happened. "I haven't before, what makes tonight any different?" He asked in a mumble, losing more confidence by the second.

"Oh, I don't know. The fact that Coach has lost two of his players. The rest of the team sucks and unlike the other benchwarmers, you were actually supposed to play before. But then we, you know, got trapped in a long-time care facility by a psychopathic Alpha who wanted a pack. The usual teenage stuff, you know." Kinsey tried to joke, hoping to lift his spirits.

"None of that means anything. I suck too."

Kinsey rolled her eyes as she pulled herself off of the door frame, clearly, his own pep talk hadn't been successful, he needed a real pep talk from someone who wasn't a maroon-colored jersey. Maybe she didn't have experience in playing lacrosse, but she was on the track team, and the few small pep talks she had given them, 99% proved successful. She threw the sports bag he had been packing on the floor, taking its spot for a moment as she jumped beside him on the bed.

"Look." She began with a deep breath. "I think you really underestimate yourself, you're capable of so much and yet you keep acting like you are. These past few months we have been through some, well, bizarre things, and we're both still here. If you can survive that, I think you've got lacrosse covered."

"That still doesn't mean I don't suck Kins."

"Okay someone's a sour puss tonight." The girl teased. "Anyway, look at the night at the rave. You were the only one who could create that mountain ash barrier. You. Just think of lacrosse like that. The team is counting on you to win. You just have to believe in yourself. Believe that you are more than capable of scoring and playing tonight. Because you are."

"But-"

Kinsey shook her head as his warning to be quiet, she was trying to be serious, and she hated how soft she felt she sounded. She felt as though this was too sensitive, too mushy for the conversations that the two of them were used to. But he needed the pep-talk and nobody had to know that she was capable of being so soft sometimes, that wasn't how she wanted to look.

"You've got this. I believe in you."

With a deep breath, Kinsey knocked on the bedroom door softly, barely audible. But it was clear Stiles had heard the knock when he shouted that he was fine, only his response to the knock was meant for his dad, not her. Obviously, his father had been checking on him a lot since he had come back from being kept a hostage in her basement. He probably wasn't expecting a visit from her any time soon, even if her uncle had reassured him that when she was able to she would be there, she couldn't blame him for doubting she would be here so soon. Even she thought it was something that she wouldn't be able to do until tomorrow with the way Chris had been acting. The girl knocked on the door again, this time Stiles hadn't replied so quickly, but she had heard the irritated huff he had let out at the sound.

"Oh, come on, Dad. How many times..." Stiles's sentence was cut off when he saw the girl standing on the opposite side of the door with a slight glisten in her eyes from the tears.

"Hi." She mumbled.

"Hi." He stammered back, holding onto the door, he needed it to keep him stable after seeing the girl standing in front of him. With how she had looked a few hours ago he wasn't sure he would see her in her usual state for a long time.

An involuntary shriek escaped from Kinsey's mouth as she looked straight ahead into the eyes of a deer running straight towards them, its eyes wide with insanity. Allison and Lydia had whipped their heads around just in time to see the deer as it crashed through the windscreen, glass flew over them as they tried to shield themselves with their arms while Kinsey ducked down between the two front seats, her arms over her head. Scott and Stiles jumped quickly out of the car, if the sound of Kinsey's familiar scream wasn't enough to alert them, seeing the dear crash straight through the windscreen of Lydia's car certainly had been.

The three girls scrambled out of the car barely able to catch their breaths as they slowly stepped back from it in shock, their eyes remaining on the dead dear trapped in Lydia's windscreen. Scott rushed towards Allison quickly checking the horrified girl over to make sure that she was all right, Stiles headed for the other two girls who backed away beside one another. He didn't think twice when he wrapped the short brunette in his arms as she breathed heavily, on the verge of hyperventilating as she tried to catch her bearings.

Blood from the brunette girls head began dripping on her drawing of crows as she stared at them in horror, only making the image come to life more than it already had. Her wound continued to bleed from the glass that had hit her when the birds had crashed through the glass. Lydia had covered herself underneath her desk, covering her head with her arms as she, like most of the class screamed in horror. Stiles looked up from the shield he had created with his own arms to see that Kinsey was still sitting still at her desk, her hands shaking as they reached to touch the bleeding wound on her head. He pushed through all of the desks and clamoring of panicked students to get to her as the crows began pecking at his exposed head until he too had a bleeding wound, he refused to stop trying to get to her no matter how many times he was hurt, he continued to yell her name over the screaming over students. When he finally reached her he pulled her from off of her chair and onto the floor, quickly covering her with his arms as both of them got as close to the ground as possible. Stiles could feel as the girl shook in his arms as she tightly held a fistful of his shirt. As he held onto her, ducking from all of the birds that hit the students who hadn't dropped to the floor and covered themselves, he noticed her notebook that had been pushed onto the ground with her table. He noticed the drawing of the black crows and all of the blood that covered them, some he could tell was her own blood, but others had clearly been etched into the paper with force. He too knew that she hadn't done it, she had had a pencil in her hand the entire time, and she definitely wasn't the type to be equipped with an entire pencil case filled with different colored pens. Her drawing of a deer wasn't a coincidence, neither was the drawing of the crows, none of it was. Somehow she had known this was coming.

Tears had streamed down their faces more than ever, it didn't matter if their eyes had remained closed as Kinsey flashed him through months upon of memories that she shared with him, even if some had left the boy regretting he hadn't said something to her sooner, that he would have manned up and got the girl before Isaac had swept in and took the chance from him. It was one of his biggest mistakes if not the biggest mistake of his life. Kinsey paused for a moment, leaving them in a darkness of their minds for a moment as she prepared herself for the last memory she was going to share with him, the one that would get the message across if it hadn't already. 

Stiles had thought for a moment that it was over, he wasn't ready for it to be over yet, he wanted to stay like this for the rest of his life, even if it meant not making any new memories with her, he could happily relieve the ones that they already had for the rest of time. Just as he was about to open his eyes, Kinsey pushed the final memory towards him. 

Kinsey tried to try and slow his breathing though it was harder than it sounded, instead, his breaths became shorter, gaspier as he shook his head, telling her that he couldn't do it as he held onto his chest. His gaps for air turned into hyperventilating.

The brunette girl cupped his face in her hands, raising his head until she was looking at him as she tried to calm him down, repeating that he needed to look at her in a soft voice. Her thumb stroked across his cheek as she talked slowly and softly, his breathing down slightly. It was as they looked deep into one another eyes, the sun shining on them both turning a usual chocolate brown into pots of honey gold, both of them becoming enchanted with each other's gaze that she had a thought, an instinct. She told herself she would follow instincts. Even this one.

A moment. A moment of weakness. Without another thought, she pressed her lips against his, her hands resting on his cheeks as she held him as closely as they could possibly get. His eyes grew wide with the long, lingering kiss until he melted into it without a single regret, for months on end he'd wondered what it felt like, all of the times he had considered making the first move until they ended up just like this, wrapped up in one another. In a moment.

Their kiss broke apart as the two of them looked at each other with soft eyes, both of them not knowing what to say, both of them were left speechless. There had been moments between them before, where they both had considered pressing their lips against the other, sometimes, they hadn't realized it was a moment until they had been lying awake in bed at night thinking about it, wondering what if. Now, there was no what if. It had happened. And neither of them could quite describe the feeling it had left lingering inside of them as they grew apart, their gazes still locked onto one another. Stiles's breathing had calmed, returning to a usual pace as he looked at the girl, realizing he was fine, all of his worry had faded as he became entirely, completely, and irrevocably wrapped up in the girl that was in front of him.

It was at that moment, Kinsey knew things had changed. That all the feelings she'd pushed to the back of her mind for a long time, the ones that she told herself weren't real, she finally could see that they were. It was wrong for her to feel that way, she was Isaac. But she couldn't deny it anymore. Part of her loved Stiles Stilinski. 

Kinsey opened her eyes, met with the sight of the boy whose wide brown eyes looked back at her, unable to comprehend whether he had just seen, heard, felt, or thought that right. He didn't quite know which one it was because the thoughts he had seen weren't his own, but at this moment that didn't matter. The girl he had loved for months had just admitted that part of her felt the same towards him, when the two of them had shared that moment in the locker room, it had meant just as much to her as it did to him. 

She smiled at him, wiping the last tear that rolled on her cheek before walking away, leaving him with her thoughts, no words, she still didn't have them, she hoped he had enough from what he had seen of her mind. The brunette joined everyone behind the window as Stiles lay down in the MRI machine, Kinsey stood with her hands intertwined with Scott's both of them trying to act as each other's comfort. But the second that the machine had started, the test had begun and that sound that the doctor had described was inside of their ears, Kinsey lost it. That was the sound. The one she had heard while leaving the hospital last night. It was the MRI machine. Her throat began to burn as she broke her hand from Scott's, he looked at her with curious eyes, trying to figure out what was wrong, besides the fact tears were streaming down her face again while she watched Stiles go through this. Kinsey barely managed to spit out the words as she pointed, she simply pointed at the door, unable to verbally excuse herself, but he understood what she meant as she rushed towards the exit. 

It felt like a race against time. She knew it was coming, that horrifying scream that escaped her lungs, one was beginning to brew inside of her, it was on the tip of her tongue, waiting to be set free. But she knew she couldn't do it here. Not inside of the hospital, too many people were in the hospital to hear her shriek pierce their ears, questions would be asked, ones that she knew she wouldn't be able to answer. Kinsey ran through the hospital halls, trying to bite her tongue to stop it, eventually, she knew that she couldn't do it anymore. In a fluster of panic the girl had rapidly pressed the button to the elevator, bashing it as she mumbled a few prayers to herself that it would hurry up, hoping that it may be the one place in the hospital that she could scream without being looked at like she needed to go to a mental institution. 

She had never felt as much relief as he had when the elevator doors had opened, nobody inside. The doors had barely shut in front of her before her knees had collapsed beneath her, her hands over her own ears as she dropped to the elevator floor, giving into the scream.