Disclaimer: teen wolf is not mine - I decided to add another chapter to this because I'm evil haha enjoy :)

"C'mon Kaylz... you have to eat something" Stiles urged, trying not to sound desperate or pushy or even forceful but he wasn't just worried – he was seriously freaking the hell out, "Chicken noodle soup... you love chicken noodle soup" He pointed out, gently lifting the spoon again, "Even just a mouthful?" He bargained, needing to get some food into her but she just gave him a blank look back, her mind obviously not following this rather one sided conversation, "Baby... please" He muttered quietly, gulping noisily, "For me?" He whispered croakily, hands shaking slightly as Kayla just looked at him like he was speaking nonsense before looking down at her lap, hair falling in front of her face.

Stiles sighed, just about ready to have a full blown breakdown – this was all just too much, he couldn't see this, couldn't see her wasting away because that's what she was doing – she had always been on the slim side but at least she looked healthy, this was just taking it to new extremes. Her eyes were hallow, skin deathly pale, whole body cold to touch and she was just losing far too much weight, hell, she was practically skin and bone.

"Here... let me try" Lydia interrupted his thoughts, kneeling down next to him and gently taking the hot bowl of soup from his shaking hands, "You're stressed enough as it is" And Stiles just met her worried gaze, his emotions in turmoil – it wasn't that he didn't trust anyone else with her, because he did, but right now he didn't want to let her out of his sight, not even for a minute.

Lydia must have sensed his reluctance and distress because she took a hold of his hand with her free one, gaze never leaving his, "I lost two of my best friends... but I got one back, I'll look after her" She implored, sending Stiles a small smile, "I promise"

And Stiles felt stupid for doubting her – of course Lydia would hold the fort, he wasn't the only one that cared about Kayla.

Stiles nodded slightly as Lydia let go of his hand, gently rubbing her palm on his back, "Take five minutes... or as long as you need" She murmured as Stiles leaned forward, tilting Kayla's chin up tenderly, blinking past the bleariness that fogged up his vision.

"Kaylz... Lydia is gonna stay here with you okay?" He asked softy, craving a sensible answer from her, "You remember Lydia... don't you?" And Kayla just furrowed her eyebrows, eyes sunken and hollow, "Well... she'll be here and I'll just be through there-" He pointed behind him to the kitchen where Isaac and Malia were watching cautiously, "-If you need anything" He finished, raising his eyebrows, waiting for an answer but it was clear a nonchalant look was all he was going to get.

He blinked back the tears and bit back his pleads for her to just do or say something, anything– a squeeze of the hand, a subtle nod, hell even one simple word would feel like music to his ears right about now but no, like Malia had put ever so tastefully, she really had 'lost the plot'.

So Stiles just nodded, biting his lip as he stood up, running a weary and tired hand down his face and leaving Lydia to it, glancing over his shoulder before he reached the kitchen.

"Hey Kayla... It's Lyd here" He heard Lydia say in a false cheery voice, "Now don't be silly okay? You love your food... food is like god to you, you practically worship the stuff" He heard Lydia chuckle as she raised the spoon slowly, "So if you want to we can share this?" She further suggested but Stiles' heart broke all over again as Kayla just closed her eyes briefly, like she was either confused or overwhelmed or both.

And Stiles had had enough – he couldn't watch that for much longer... the girl he had fallen head over heels in love with was a shadow of her former self – She didn't sass them or snark at them, she didn't tease them or even engage in conversation... she just ignored them all, as if she had no clue who they were. Too frightened, too scared to do anything as her mind tore itself apart.

And Stiles felt himself breaking apart on the inside at how broken she really was and for a second, just a second, he wondered if this was worth it... if maybe she would be better just staying dead instead of all this torment – because that was what it was, torture, for all of them and Kayla, trapped inside her mind, living horrors all over again, being dependable on people, scared out of her mind... was that a life worth living?

But as he entered the kitchen he shook his head, dispelling those thoughts.

No one deserved to die that young, or suffer through that pain for only trying to help – he would bring her back, no matter how many weeks, months or even years it took because she deserved that, she deserved a second chance, a chance to not be punished for all the good she had done.

"She still not eating?" Isaac asked in worry, looking over Stiles' shoulder as Malia just furrowed her eyebrows at the werewolf before just sending a calculating look in Kayla's direction.

"Not eating, drinking, sleeping... not doing anything" Stiles muttered back, keeping his back turned as Lydia attended to Kayla, trying to spoon feed her, "It's like... it's like she's just..."

"It's like she's empty" Isaac finished his sentence, sending Stiles a sympathetic look, "But, maybe... I don't know, give it some time?" He suggested, "It's not everyday someone comes back from the dead and loses their emotions, then gets them back all in the space of a couple of months... there's bound to be an adjustment period"

"You mean when she killed people and then tried to kill us?" Malia asked bluntly with no shame what so ever and Stiles shot her a glare, fed up with her stupid insults and jabs.

"Malia..." Isaac warned in a low voice, sending her a blatant look, obviously trying to get her to shut up before Stiles snapped.

"Am I the only one that remembers that?" Malia asked, ignoring Isaac's subtle hints to stop prodding, "That she's killed people... snapped a fourteen year old girls' neck?" And Stiles was this-close to boiling point, "And now you're all babying her... the best place for her now is at Eichen house" But Stiles had reached volcanic explosion level.

Stiles lashed out, his fist slamming into Scott's cupboard door, leaving it hanging off the hinges, "Shut up" He snarled so fiercely Malia actually took a step back in shock, "You have no right to comment on matters you know nothing about"

"She tried to kill me" Malia exclaimed but Stiles wasn't hearing none of it.

"You don't know her" He snapped back, glowering at the werecoyote, "Our Kayla died that night in the school... everything that she was just gone – she died in my arms... it was my fault she bled out, choking on her blood" He took a threatening step forward as Isaac wound an arm around Malia's waist, pushing her back slightly, "Do you know what it feels like to get impaled through the chest? The punctured lung, the tears in the heart muscle, the nerve splitting pain, the de-lodged windpipe... has that ever happened to you? No, it hasn't, but it happened to her and she died... I lost her and whatever has happened since then was not her fault... I just got her back and I'm not going to let you take that away from me" He didn't realise he was striding forward until he reached Malia, glowering at the girl as Isaac tried to separate the two but to no avail, "The girl I love is only a few feet away but in reality there's millions of miles between us – she's in there feeling scared and alone... stuck thinking god knows what and I am not going to let you send her back to that place, is that clear?" He demanded, pushing Isaac away roughly, "I said is that clear?" He roared, grabbing ahold of Malia's shoulders tightly, his frustrations leaking out from him in waves.

"Yes... Yes I'm sorry" Malia shouted back looking just slightly terrified as Stiles came back to his senses with a bang, letting go of her shoulders and taking a step backwards though the glare still remained on his features.

"Good" He glowered, "Because I mean it Malia... what she did... hurting people" He took in a deep breath, willing the tears to go away, "That wasn't Kayla – that was because something twisted her sense of right and wrong, took away her emotions, made her into that" He sighed as he rubbed his eyes, ignoring Isaac's sympathetic look in his direction, "If I ever manage to get her back, to fix her like I promised... then you'll see how amazing and special she is... and you won't hate her" He shook his head, "Because it's impossible to" And just as he finished his speech, the speech that made him feel so vulnerable and on the spot, Lydia hesitantly knocked on the door, raising her eyebrows at all of them.

"The tension is so thick in here I could cut it with a knife" She greeted, giving them all a disapproving glare as she put the empty bowl and spoon next to the sink, crossing her arms as if to say 'okay guys, what the hell is going on?'

"Wait..." Stiles muttered, looking at Lydia in tense anticipation, "She ate the soup? All of it?" And Lydia just smiled at him.

"Well... I had a couple of mouthfuls to get her started, show her that it wasn't poisonous or anything, and after that... yeah" She nodded, looking pleased, "It was a slow process but she did it" And Stiles sighed in relief, running a hand through his hair as he looked at Kayla who was back to curling herself up on the couch, fingers tugging at her greasy strands of her as she gazed at the floor, her eyes wide and terrified.

"Did she say anything?"

Lydias face fell, sadness etched onto her features, "no... But she did uh... She did point to something" he cocked a brow, not following her, "I think... I think the reason she can't speak... Or express herself... Or do much of anything is..." she paused, her moss green eyes welling up with tears, "Stiles... I think she had a lobotomy"

a/n) I had most of this written so thought I may as well publish it haha poor Kayla, told you towards the end of this book it would crush y'all haha so please please please review I would really appreciate it and I shall see you all soon :) x