dad. i whisper looking at the pale man sleeping in the hospital bed. im so sorry. all of this is my fault. i say sadly. everyones dead. i choke on my words as tears run down my face. i killed them. i killed them all. i sob loudly.
oh god dad what did i do. i ask gasping loudly as i start to hyperventilate. as i clutch my dads hand, i dont yet realise he's clutching back. stiles. i hear the frail voice of my dad. what have u done. my dad asks as he looks down at my hands seeing lydia's blood on them. a tear runs down my face as he looks at me like im a monster.
slowly he eyes lose focus as he stares to the side with glossed over eyes his hand no longer clutching mine. dad i shout as the machines around him blare with a loud beeping noise. dad i shout. help, i need help in here. i yell out again as i press the nurses button.
u need to go one of the nurses say as they come into the room. u dont need to see this. he pushes me out of the room as more nurses rush past me. we need a crash cart in here. the same nurse yells out.
i stand outside the room watching them work on him for half an hour before they say the words i dread. its time to call it. i stand frozen as they wheel my dads body out of the room. a white sheet covering his body. i watch as his arm hangs off the bed still stained with lydias blood.
thats when i decide to do the last thing i could. my last, one option.
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