[Stiles darts down the stairs, reaching for the door handle to the mezzanine even as he hears his name. Thank god. He tugs the door open quickly, relief washing over him as he spots her a second before she reaches him and he hugs her tightly, pulling her close.]
Are you okay? We heard you scream.
[He pulls away to look at her, lifting a hand to her cheek and pausing at the sight of the dried blood on her ear, eyes widening.]
Spam -- Mezzanine?
Are you okay? We heard you scream.
[He pulls away to look at her, lifting a hand to her cheek and pausing at the sight of the dried blood on her ear, eyes widening.]
What happened?