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[Audio -- Open]

[The comm clicks onto audio and there's a moment of silence before a familiar voice -- albeit more tired than usual -- makes an announcement that it's clear he'd rather not be making. Because he'd rather not be making it.]

Dean's in a coma.

[He pauses, rubs a hand over his eyes tiredly as he looks down at his inmate, unconscious in bed and purses his lips.]

I'll let everyone know when he's awake again unless he does it first.

[He shuts the comm back off and sinks into a chair beside Dean's bed, closing his eyes.]

[Spam -- Open]

[He's exhausted. His body aches. He wants to crawl into bed and sleep for the next week. He won't, of course, because he has things to do. People to check on. But he's in dire need of his Adderall because he's been without it for a month. On the list of things that he'd needed, that they'd all needed on the other barge, Adderall hadn't even made the list. His mind is racing with thoughts and he can't seem to be able to focus on any one thought for another.

He's back on the regular barge, and he needs to find Scott and make sure he's okay. He needs to find Lydia and make sure she's been okay. Allison, Kira, Isaac, Erica, Needy, Bucky, Steve. Hell, even Jackson. He needs to check on all of them and see for himself they're all right. Rest isn't going to happen until he's made the rounds.

But medication first. He makes his way down the steps toward the seventh floor and his room. He can be encountered in any of the stairwells, or the seventh floor corridor.]

[Spam -- Closed to Lydia]

[He slips his key into the door and unlocks it, pushes it open even as he rubs the back of his neck. He freezes instantly, gaze locking on Lydia's form as she sits on the edge of his bed. He lets out a shaky breath and closes the door behind him, letting his hands drop to his sides.]

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[Here's one of your people Stiles; one kitsune, now fully recovered from her ordeal on the Mirror Barge and looking better for it. She is, however, looking concerned.]

Is there anything I can do for Dean? I mean, you too but you know what I mean.

[He lets out a breath at the sight of Kira's familiar face on the screen. He offers her a tired smile.]

Yeah, I know what you mean. No, I don't think so. You're okay, right? I mean you're -- healed and everything now?

[Her smile begins to grow briefly, and then as she realizes that things still pretty much suck, she lets it falter a bit.] I'm fine. So's the katana. Not that you're torn up about an inanimate object, but I didn't have it on the other barge and you know the most bizarre thing I kept thinking was how Mom was gonna kill me for losing the ancestral sword and -

[- and she realizes she's babbling.]

Sorry.

[Things still pretty much suck, but at least they're back on the right barge, which is a big step up from where they had been. He can't help but smile a bit more at the mention of her katana, though.]

It's okay. I'll be back to babbling as soon as I've slept for about a week, I'm sure. I'm glad you and the sword are both okay.

Well I'm glad you're okay. Scott's still recovering, but you know that.

[There's a pause as she worries her lip.]

I'm worried about the injuries on his inside. His head and his heart. You know how he is. He always wants to save everyone, and when he can't...

Yeah. Yeah, me too.

[His face loses its smile and he has to shut his eyes for a moment as he remembers holding onto Scott in the stairwell while his best friend cried. His chest suddenly feels really tight, like he can't breathe and then he remembers he has to, because Scott needs him to be okay.]

We'll get him through it. All of us, together.

[As a family.

As a pack.]

[She sees the expression on his face.]

Stiles. [Her tone is filled with sympathy. Stiles is closer to Scott by miles, and she can only imagine how hard it is to see his best friend in pain. Nevermind that Scott is their rock.]

He died.

[He knows she knows that already, but the words leave his mouth and he rubs at his face with both hands. And sure, it wasn't permanent, thank god, but he'd still died. Twice now.]

How do we even...how do we deal with that?

[Brow furrowed, there's a stretch of silence before she replies.]

I don't have any sure answers. I think the only thing we can do is...keep him connected. Remind him of who he is, and that we care about him, and that he has connections. I think he's probably spending a lot of time in his own head.

[Stiles doesn't have the answers either, but he agrees with her summation of what they have to do. Because she's right. Scott's the type to bury everything in the back of his own head and only think about it when he's alone. He needs to know that they're there for him in the times that things aren't easy, too.]

Yeah. He is.

We'll just...we'll all keep an eye on him. And remind him that we care. But that we'll also give him space. And --

[She falters.]

This is hard.

[He nods his agreement. They'll definitely keep an eye on him, and it's definitely hard.]

Yeah. I haven't -- I haven't died here. You know, Lydia and Allison and now Scott -- they all have. [And it feels so damn wrong.]

Me neither. I'm all for solidarity but I kinda want to keep it that way.

Maybe Lydia and Allison can give us an idea of what's going on in his head?

Yeah, definitely don't -- don't die. [Seriously. Please don't die.]

We can ask, yeah. They'll want to help him, too.

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