She finds her way back to the surface of consciousness just a few moments later. She looks up at the stranger, surprised but grateful, and shares that feeling with him. They aren’t going in the same direction as they were, but she still can’t sense the hunter. So that’s good. Wincing at the pain of the scrapes, she gets her arms around the stranger’s neck, to help him carry her. She’s pretty sure if he puts her down she’s just going to fall over again.
Time passes on before she finally regains consciousness. Scott had arrived soon after he’d gotten to the hospital, bringing her in and handing her over to the doctors to take her away. He wants to follow those doctors, mainly because they could use all the information in the world, but Stiles knew he couldn’t do that. He just had to stay patient with Scott and Ms. McCall, attempting to explain just what happened.
She’s among strangers again — real strangers, whom she isn’t sure she can trust. She’s so tired, and she’s afraid if she opens up to find out if she can trust them, she won’t be able to close back down. But she /needs/ to know — there is entirely too much that seems on the verge of familiarity, and she cannot talk to the people around her.
So she lets down her shields, and the whole hospital pours through her: all the pain, anger, anguish, stress, terror — it shocks into her, crushing her sense of self.
Then she seizes.
The room they have her in explodes into a frenzy of activity.