Chaos at the Safe Haven

~SEVEN~

Newt paced the length of the medical tent as he watched Clint look over Thomas. Clint looked confused as he turned to talk to Newt. "There's nothing wrong with him. There's no injury."

"That's impossible," Newt said in disbelief. "I carried him here. I felt blood running down my hands and he fell from the cliffs."

Clint shrugged. "I don't know, man. He's perfectly fine. He just won't get up."

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Stiles woke up in a dark room. He looked around and noticed that it wasn't even a room. There were no walls, or a ceiling, or even a floor. Stiles felt himself float higher before he was slammed down. Pain coursed through his body as he picked himself up.

"Wake up Tommy. Please."

Stiles looked around wildly, but there was no one else in the room. "What the fuck?" he whispered as he started walking around the place.

Stiles didn't know how long it had been. He'd been walking for quite a while when he heard another voice.

"Please wake up Stiles."

"Wake up Stiles," he whispered to himself. "Wake up," he said, louder than the last. "WAKE UP," he yelled. His eyes opened to a bright room. He looked around and saw the concerned faces of Newt and Malia staring back at him.

"Thomas!" "Stiles!" They both yelled at the same time. "Hey guys," Stiles said, sheepishly. "What the fuck Stiles?" Malia yelled. "You scared us."

Newt looked confused but let the name slide. "Yeah. What the hell, Tommy?"

Before Stiles could respond, Scott came in, dragging a body behind him. Clint slapped a hand to his forehead before sliding it down his face. "What the hell is happening to this place?"

Stiles's blood ran cold as he saw who Scott had dragged in. Derek was bleeding out from a wound in his stomach. His eyes were closed and he didn't seem to be breathing. Stiles leaped up from his bed and ran over. Both Scott and he pulled Derek onto the bed. Clint closed the curtain around it.

"What the hell happened, Scott?" Stiles all but yelled.

"You remember," Scott breathed out. He quickly regained his composure. "I don't know. I found him like that in the woods, and it seems like someone used Wolfsbane."

Clint came out from behind the curtains. "There's nothing I can do. The wound isn't closing, but he's still breathing."

Stiles ran to Derek's side and collapsed on the chair next to him. He gripped one of Derek's hands in his own and whispered, "Please wake up, Der. I need you."

This is the last part of the story. I cannot continue this anymore. I just have no motivation or ideas for it. Sorry to anyone who was hoping for more.