Chapter 4

                                    

                                          
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Before anyone else could speak about what they had just saw, the door into the room they were in opened up just as Stiles starts to stir on the sofa next to me. Dad seems to recognise the new comers as he stands up and heads over to quickly speak to them as I watch Stiles attempting to adjust his eyes to his surroundings again.
                          
"Easy Stiles, you are safe. How are you feeling?" I ask him placing a hand on his shoulder to prevent him from getting up as I didn't want him to risk popping his new stitches or passing out again.
                          
"I'm fine Scott. Just want to sit up as this is not a comfortable position to be lying in right now." Stiles advises and I can see how his bottom half is folded into the end of the sofa that he was right.
                          
"Alright, slowly Stiles. Here give me your hand and I can guide you up." Mum states as she appears next to Stiles before slowly swinging his legs around for him before slowly helping him sit in a more comfortable position.
                          
As Stiles sits up fully, I watch him slowly close his eyes and take a deep breathe before opening them again and takes a slowly look around the room. The only times his faces seem to waiver from its empty expression was when his eyes landed on the new arrivals, Sheriff and Lydia.
                          
"Stiles, are you okay?" Sheriff asks looking as though he is not sure whether to approach his son or not, before been unable to hold himself back and dives onto him wrapping him into a tight hug.
                          
I notice Stiles doesn't seem to squeeze him back or show any sign of wanting to interact with his Dad, I look towards Mum, Dad and Lydia and they all seem to be pulling the same expression as I am sure was on my own face.
                          
Sheriff lets Stiles go after realising that he was not reciprocating the hug been provided, as he stepped away Stiles took a big deep breath and slowly started to rise to his feet. I opened my mouth to speak but was quickly cut off by Mum.
                          
"What on earth do you think you are doing? Sit back down right now." Mum snapped at Stiles before he held his hand up causing her to stop talking, I have a feeling she was going to rant more if Stiles hadn't cut her off.
                          
Stiles pulled himself up to full height before slowly starts shuffling until he is in line with the two new arrivals and Dad, Stiles just nods at Dad who backs away before coming over to stand in between Sheriff and Lydia.
                          
"Deputy Director, Sir!" Stiles greets the pair standing tall with his hands tucked as far as he could behind his back with his face looking so stern and cold it was slightly unnerving.
                          
"At ease Rapp, you know how much it is annoys me when you call me that. Will always be and has always been Irene to you." The lady who advises her name was Irene states towards firm but soft towards Stiles, almost like a parent speaks to a child.
                          
"Take a seat Rapp, that's an order." The man who has yet to identify himself states at Stiles, the two men staring each other down but neither move an inch. As I look at this man, I can't help but notice how injured he looks, he looks like he was just tortured within an inch of his life.
                          
"I'm fine, I don't need to sit down any further. Sir." Stiles states staring directly into the man's eyes, I am nervous slightly how he is swaying but still stubborn as ever refuses to take a seat.
                          
"For once in your god damn life, take an order and sit down." The man firmly states before Stiles backs away and takes a seat as Irene guides the man to the sofa nearest the door.