When I finally make it up the stairs and to my room after an energy lacking walk, I see Derek and Scott sat on my bed.
I creak the door open, and they both look up at me -clearly both have been crying - and I'm breathing heavily and desperate to sit down. When they realise this, they simultaneously jump up and help me into bed.
"Thanks." I murmur, resting my head on the soft pillow.
"You okay?" Scott asks, checking on me again.
"I'm fine." I lie, running my hand through my hair. They both rest a hand on my arm and I watch as the deadly black veins grow up their arms, trying to take my pain.
I pull my arm away. "Thanks, but it doesn't make a difference. The pain comes back again in a minute or so." To this Scott looks at the floor, upset.
"What can we do? To help?" He asks quietly.
"Nothing, Scott." I begin, my voice slowly getting louder, "I'm dying- there's nothing we can do." I spit the truth at him.
"You're not dying Stiles! Don't say that!" He yells. "You're a fighter, and you will beat this." He says, his voice filled with hope and anger.
"You say that like its so damn easy. Well let me tell you something, Scott. It's not! None of this is easy! What happens when I'm too tired to keep fighting? Or if I don't want to fight anymore? What happens then? Because I'm absolutely terrified to find out!" I yell, letting the tears fall down my face.
Scott goes quiet, and all I can hear for a minute is my own heavy breathing.
"I'm sorry." He says quietly, a guilty expression haunting his face. I nod in his direction, too focused on my breathing to care.
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After Scott and Derek leave, I'm downstairs on the couch with my dad, trapped under piles of blankets.
I lift my feet up and put them on my Dad's lap and lie my head down, shutting my eyes.
"Stiles, you okay?" He asks immediately, leaning forward to look. I open one eye and scrunch up my face, annoyed.
He sees the expression on my face and sits back again. I listen to the blur of the television, not really concentrating but trying to get my mind of everything. Eventually I slowly doze off.
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