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chapter twenty the shugendo scroll
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WHAT HAPPENED at the Animal Clinic was a bit of a blur for Odessa Stone. She woke up in her room, not knowing how she got there in the slightest—which kind of scared her, if she were being honest. The last thing she had remembered was Deaton injecting something into Stiles, or the nogitsune, before she passed out. Whatever the nogitsune did to her did a number on her.
The feeling of his hands on her still felt fresh even when she opened her eyes to her bedroom ceiling. It was the first thing she recollected. Her back against the wall with him pressed against her, feeling his breath every time he spoke to her. Odessa knew it wasn't Stiles in that moment, but seeing his face and hearing his voice, it was something she wouldn't be able to shake for a while.
While Odessa, and the rest of the pack, were still trying to wrap their heads around what happened that night, Stiles had been returned home after being evaluated by Deaton, who said the poison was being effective. Stiles was now himself, but they didn't know for how long.
A few days had passed, and everything was sort of at a standstill. That was until Scott got a call from Sheriff Stilinski, telling him that Stiles had decided to admit himself into the one place no one saw coming, Eichen House. Odessa had never been to the mental hospital, and she didn't want to anytime soon. The two werewolves didn't hesitate to try and convince their friend that admitting himself into a mental hospital was something he shouldn't do.
Odessa almost didn't wait for Scott to park his bike before she jumped off, seeing the Sheriff and Stiles at the gate, "really, Stiles?"
"Why didn't you tell us," Scott asked incredulously as he jogged up next to the blonde.
"Because we wanted to avoid something like this."
"It's only 72 hours," Stiles tried to reassure his friends.
Scott sighed, their attempts at easing the two werewolves not working, "this is the same place where Barrow came from. The guy who had a tumor inside him filled with flies," he turned to the Sheriff to stress, "you don't know everything yet."
"I know enough," the man countered, "nogitsunes, kitsunes, oni, or whatever they're called."
"Wow, that's actually all surprisingly correct."
"Guys, I saw an MRI that looked exactly like my wife's. And it terrifies me," the Ember of the group looked over to Stiles, who looked down at his Father's statement. She wanted nothing more than to take him far away from Eichen, and this town and protect him from anything that would harm him. Too bad in this situation, the thing that could harm him, was himself, "I'm headed down to L.A. tomorrow to talk to a specialist."
