5
I had to turn away. I had to detach myself from this moment because I needed a few seconds. I'm giving myself to the count of five.
1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5 . . .
Noah and I looked at each other. He sees the pain on my face. He knows how much I love Stiles. I know he and Scott consider each other brothers. They mean so much to each other, so Stiles means so much to me.
My pain isn't important. I need to go into nurse mode. I need to go into friend mode, because I can't imagine what Noah must be feeling. I see what he's going through, what he's been through, and I can only offer words. I know the words don't help Noah, but I hope he understands that he won't be going through this alone. He doesn't need to be strong, because Scott and I will be strong for him and Stiles.
Oh, wonderful; more problems with the building. Noah doesn't need this right now.
And he definitely doesn't need Stiles disappearing. Where's Scott?