Derek's pov:
My mind went completely black. I feel nothing but a intense pain inside my chest. It's like my inner wolf is trying to use its claws to scratch itself out of my body.
I look at my fingers and see them start to change, my nails turn into long, thick and sharp werewolf nails. I run past a window and I see hair growing on my chins, and my eyes is turning shining blue.
I try to stay calm and keep it in me. I NEED to get out of here.
And when it can't get any worse, one of the doctors in the hospital stops me.
"Hey! Are you okay?", she asks me, "uhm... Yeah, I'm fine" I answer with a 'wolfie' voice. "You don't seem like you're fine, can I help you?" She tries again, "NO! I mean.. I'm fine, I don't need your help" I reply, but she won't listen.
"Well, at least, let me take a look at y.." But before she gets to finish her sentence, I burst out.
Scott's pov:
"Great, now I'm alone" I say to myself. I can't help but thinking of Stiles stonecold body laying on a table with a doctor besides him telling me he didn't make it.
I try to think of my mom telling me he's fine, but what if she comes and tells me he's not? I just can't loose my bestfriend! I just can't.
I feel tears running down my cheeks. How am I suppose to deal with all the problems without Stiles? There is NO one that I can open up to like I can to Stiles. Or..? I've always been really good friends with Isaac, but it's still not the same. No one can replace Stiles. No one.
Stiles pov:
I see a bright white light. It's tempting to go towards it, but something tells me not to.
And then I get it. I get why there is a bright light in front of me. I'm dead. I probably died somehow. I can't remember why, but I have heard of people talking about the 'white light' before.
I know there is still a chance that im not dead, but I almost wouldn't mind if this was it. I mean, it's so peaceful here.
But what about Scott, Isaac, Lydia, Malia, Liam, Kira, dad and... And Derek.. What about Derek? And then I start to think of the text I was about to send. I can't remember if I sent it or not. I kinda hope I did, but also that I didn't.
But does it really matters?
It's kinda funny actually, here I'm standing, probably dead, and I'm thinking of a stupid text. But I'm scared. Scared of not waking up again.
