[She feels like he's about to collapse in her arms and she doesn't know if she'll be strong enough to hold him up if he does, so she slowly but steadily guides him over to the bed.
But then he speaks and she stills, eyes widening.]
But he's okay, right? He came back? [The other admiral isn't as reliable as this one, she knows it. But this Admiral wouldn't have left him there right.
She guides him the rest of the way and sits down on the edge of the bed with him. She can barely process what he's telling her. Because this is Scott. And nothing can happen to him. Too many people need him. Stiles needs him. She needs him.
So she'll ignore the voice reminding her what happened with the werewolf version of Stiles and focus on what this one has to say.]
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But then he speaks and she stills, eyes widening.]
But he's okay, right? He came back? [The other admiral isn't as reliable as this one, she knows it. But this Admiral wouldn't have left him there right.
She guides him the rest of the way and sits down on the edge of the bed with him. She can barely process what he's telling her. Because this is Scott. And nothing can happen to him. Too many people need him. Stiles needs him. She needs him.
So she'll ignore the voice reminding her what happened with the werewolf version of Stiles and focus on what this one has to say.]