A/N: Hello lovelies. So, I just wanted to explain a few things about the story. So clearly it takes place in Season 3B, and Stiles is possessed by the Nogitsune. I am doing many time jumps and summarizing a lot of the events that happen because unless I want to write Olivia into it, I'm not going to drag out the story and write it all. Since you more than likely watch the show, you already know what happens so I figured summarizing and doing time jumps doesn't make that much of a difference. Anyway, enjoy the chapter! It's fairly short, but I don't want to write too much at once and get writers block. :)

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"Hi. They already did the MRI." Stiles mumbled as I entered the hospital room. A chair was pulled up beside his bed, and I sat in it.

"How did it go? Did they say anything about the results yet?" I questioned, pulling my hair in front of my shoulders. He shook his head, exhaling a deep breath. I pursed my lips and looked down.

"I'm sorry, Stiles." I said quietly. It's hard believing there is a dark spirit inside of him, especially when most of the time he is himself. I can't shake the thought that Nogitsune are tricksters, though. All I want to do is hug him and tell him everything is okay, but everything isn't okay.

"It's fine. I'm fine, really." He assured me, shifting under the covers of the hospital bed. I bit down on my bottom lip and nodded in response.

"How are you?" He asked, locking eyes with me. I looked down for a moment, then returned my gaze to his eyes.

"I'm alright I guess." I rubbed my tired eyes, a result of only getting four hours of sleep the previous night. He nodded as Scott's mom entered the room, holding a needle. She smiled at me and Stiles, then made her way to his bedside. She asked him a bunch of questions about symptoms he has been having, then went to give him whatever was in the needle.

"Uh, what's that?" I inquired, eyeing the syringe. Stiles turned to look at me and slightly winced as the needle entered his skin.

"It's Midazolam. A sedative." She stated, pulling the needle from his skin. I cringed at the sight. I hate needles. Always have, always will.

"Because you, Stiles, are one profoundly sleep-deprived young man. You need rest and you need it now. Lie down." After hearing her say it was a sedative, I stood up and got ready to leave.

"How long does it take to work?" I questioned as Stiles eyes began to close.

"Not long at all." Melissa replied, discarding the needle. I pursed my lips once again and walked to the doorway.

"Thanks mom." Stiles whispered before falling into a deep sleep. Melissa's eyes met mine, and we exchanged smiles.

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After the hospital visit, I went home and got some sleep. When I woke up the next day, Scott called me to inform me that Stiles had escaped the hospital and was missing. It has been 48 hours since, and nobody has heard or seen from him.

"Any news?" I asked Scott, leaning up against my blue locker.

"They're still looking for him. It's past the 48 hour mark, but I guess if anyone's going to be missing for two days and turn up just fine, it's Stiles." He replied, then swallowed thickly. I shifted my weight and reached into my purse, pulling my phone out to send him another text.

Stiles, I know I've texted you a billion times, but please come home. Please.

"Do you hear that?" Scott questioned, looking off to the side as if he was listening to something. I listened into the sounds nearby, only hearing the voices of the multiple students passing by. I shook my head in response, putting my phone back in my purse after sending the text.

"It sounds like an emitter. It's coming from the basement. Come on, lets go." He rushed away from the lockers, practically bolting down the hallway. I followed, struggling to keep up with his fast pace.

When we reached the basement, I saw a light in the darkness from the emitter. Scott flipped the light switch on, and there stood a bewildered Stiles.

"Okay, I know what you guys are thinking, but it's me. I swear it's me." As soon as the words left his mouth, I could tell that it was him. It wasn't the Nogitsune, not this time. This was really Stiles. I ran to him, pulling him into a tight hug. His hands wrapped around my back as I rested my head on his shoulder. Scott remained at least ten feet away, observing the embrace. I could tell he was unsure of whether or not he could trust him, but something inside of me knew it was Stiles.

"Scott, I swear its me. I don't know where I've been the last two days or what I've been doing, but this is me. I promise." He begged for Scott to believe him, and I pulled away from the hug.

"It's okay, Stiles. We believe you." I nodded my head slightly, looking into his chocolate brown eyes. He nodded his head back in appreciation.

"I have this map. It's a map of the cross country trail. I don't know why I have it, but there are markings on it. Markings in my handwriting." Stiles handed the map to Scott, and he examined the paper.

"The cross country trail? That's where Mr. Tate put all of the animal traps." Scott looked up from the paper, meeting my eyes.

"Um, Coach has his class running out there right now." I stated, biting at my lip nervously. Stiles let out a long sigh, slapping his hands on his thighs.

"Of course. We need to go tell them, now." Scott said, speed-walking out of the basement. Stiles and I exchanged a look before following after him.

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