Open Wounds

Chapter 19

~Derek~

"What are you talking about?" I asked slowly, looking at Stiles who was sitting cross legged on the hospital bed, by his own body.

"I mean like, what happens when I wake up? Am I going to be able to remember?" He questioned, looking worried.

I sighed softly, "I honestly don't know what's going to happen" I replied truthfully, looking down.

"Hey" He started, kneeling in front of me now, I looked into his eyes. "I'm sure it will be fine" he smiled sadly. I couldn't tell if he was trying to convince me or himself.

I nodded slightly, wiping my face in frustration as I took in a sharp breath. "I should go" I said softly as I stood up, Stiles followed my action. "I have to check up on Issac, and make sure Deaton's working this out, and I have to--" I was cut off by Stiles pressing his lips to mine. I kissed back softly, wrapping my arm around his back in an attempt to pull him closer, if even possible. He put his arms around my neck slowly, as I placed my free hand on his hip.

He pulled away slowly, letting out a long breath as he looked up at me. I smiled fondly before he pulled away from my grasp abruptly. I frowned my eyebrows in confusion, "what's wrong?" I questioned worriedly.

"You- you were touching me" he stuttered quickly.

I let out a small chuckle, "yeah, and?"

"Like- like you could feel me, you were holding me." He said sounding baffled.

"Yeah, and??" I repeated, not understanding why it was a big deal.

He moved closer, our chests were only inches apart as he placed a hand on my shoulder before smiling like crazy. "Nobody else can" he whispered, looking back into my eyes, still smiling.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak, a loud, long tone was heard. Stiles pulled away from me quickly, turning around to the sound. My eyes landed on the heart monitor beside him, he was flatlining. I felt my heart drop to my stomach and a lump form in my throat, I couldn't see him standing beside me anymore.

"Stiles??" I shouted, my voice cracking. I moved over to him quickly and place a hand on him, shaking him. "H- hey, Stiles wa- wake up" I stuttered out as my eyes began to fill with tears. I felt arms wrap around me and pull me away as the room filled with nurses and doctors, my body went limp and I let them take me, I didn't know what to do.

The door closed and whoever was dragging me put me down, I closed my eyes, hoping I was dreaming, though I knew I wasn't. I knew Stiles was in there, I could hear the monitor still going off, I was going to lose him, again.

"We're losing him"
"Clear"
"His lungs are filling with fluid"
"Clear"
"Get me a 5mm syringe"
"Derek"
"Clear"
"Derek!!"
"His lungs aren't draining enough"
"DEREK BREATH"

I opened my eyes to see Isaac and Scott in front of me, I hadn't realized I'd been breathing such small breathes until I started feeling dizzy. "I think he's having a panic attack," Scott stuttered out with a hand on my shoulder. I felt a sharp pain in my throat as I looked up at them, I couldn't form any words. "Derek you need to calm down," Issac said calmly as he put his hands on my face, but I couldn't, Stiles was dying, I was going to lose him once again. I knew I was crying but I didn't care, I felt like I was going to pass out, then I heard it.

"He's stabilizing."
"Heart rate 74bpm and rising."

Instantly I felt my body relax, he was going to be okay. Scott and Isaac must've heard it too, I noticed them relax a bit as they released me, I sighed loudly as I began to rub my eyes, standing up. I opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off by a loud, deep growl.

My eyes instantly shot to the door of the room Stiles was in, that's where it came from, no doubt about that. I looked over at Scott and Isaac, Scott looked confused but Isaac knew what was about to happen. Multiple screams could be heard as the doors swung open, the nurses and doctors came running out with a look of pure horror across their faces.

Stiles came out after them, fully shifted, eyes glowing a bright vivid yellow, razor sharp fangs and claws out, and he looked mad. I rushed to push him back into the room and swung the door shut, standing against the frame to stop the door from opening. I could feel him trying to get out as I looked over to see Scott and Isaac arguing before they both turned to face me.

"And you!" Scott shouted, pointing his finger at me as he approached. "What the hell is wrong with you Derek??? He's a fucking wolf??" Stiles was banging on the door as I continued to hold it shut. Scott's face was inches away from me now, anger and betrayal clear on his face as his eyes began to glow red with rage.

I let out a sigh of frustration before speaking, sounding out of breath, "I can't fucking deal with this shit right now," I looked over to Isaac, "get him out of here-"

"I'm not leaving him with you!" growled out angrily, as he pushed me against the door, holding my throat. "Scott," Isaac spoke as he slowly got closer, "he's fine, let's go." He placed his hand softly on Scott's shoulder, instantly he relaxed and released me. He was still furious, but he quickly turned on his heels, grabbed Isaac's hand, and walked away. I sighed as I turned my attention back to the door, what the hell am I going to do with him?

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I'm a piece of shit