The fire that started it all

Chapter 3

*Dereks pov*
Is this my fate, to die like my family.
To burn to death in my own home.
"Scott!"
Stiles? Why is Stiles here

"St- oh shit" Stiles is here, fucking idiot why is he always in the middle of danger
I traced the house, until my eyes met with Stiles back

I grabbed Stiles shoulder, and hoisted him onto my shoulder, the flames Burnt me and his skin, I might die, soon. But that doesn't mean Stiles has too.

Stiles was hitting me in the back, why. I'm saving his fucking life right no-
Scott!
I turned quickly and saw Scott, he seemed to be trapped under a fallen pillar
I need to save Stiles and then Scott

I'm walking a bit quicker, as fast as I can.
I could see a large pillar about to fall on the both of us, I was ready to throw Stiles out but...
Stiles squirming suddenly stopped, his head fell down onto my back
And he slightly swung, he definitely blacked out..

"You better not be dead dork!" The pillar started to fall, I jumped with everything I had but didn't make it the pillar landed on me, not Stiles.
His limp body was now only a few feet from me.

"G-od dammit" In choking on my own breath, on the air around me.
We aren't gonna make it.

"S-Stiles wake up" the words fell from my lips and soon after I was coughing again like an old man after he laughs to much or a smoker who is breathing to quickly

"St-t, stil-e" that words keep coming out jumbled and broken

I can't let him die... Scott would never stay in my pack knowing I didn't help stiles

I twisted my body as much as I could, the pain in my side was almost unbearable, but I was used to pain.
I grabbed the pillar with the one hand that could reach it, and pushed! Pushed as hard as I possible could manage.

By now I can hear the ambulance around the house, the door has been blocked and I'm sure there trying to figure a different way in

My body was starting to burn from the inside with all the smoke in my lungs, like I was drinking lava

Stiles was a little far from danger but in a burning house that can change pretty fast

I think I'm gonna die... Here.. Surrounded by fire and smoke and blood, this isn't the way I wanted to go, this isn't the way anyone would want to go but, I have to accept this, that this is my fate..

I twisted my body back around so I could lay looking up at the roof, my roof, the roof I grew up under....
Know one would ever think they might die in the place they lived there hole life.. That never even crossed my mind.
Or when stiles dropped of Scott today, I'm sure Scott never thought that's where I'm gonna die today. And Stiles never thought that that good-bye was that last he would ever say to Scott

God look at me, on my death bed and I'm getting emotional

I snickered to myself, even here now I still find myself funny

"Oh no"
Was that someone's voice, or am I just going insane, or was that god...
"G-god" I looked around, a shape of something was on the pillar that was on top of me making the weight heavier

"Come on, don't be dead, please don't be dead!!" The voice sound distressed and worried, but not damaged, not at all like it was surrounding by smoke and fire..

Soon after I found myself being pulled away from under the pillar, the pain of the weight was lifted and the numbness in my legs started going away

I'm trying to see my saviour, wow that sounds weird I'm usually the saviour
I twisted my head around while still being dragged, rubble and pieces of my house scratched my back

Who is it!

"Stop squirming Derek"
Stiles?
Scott?
God? Who the hell is it

Once we came to where Stiles was laying I was dropped beside him, I turned quickly but the person pulling me was gone. I shook my head, was I imagining it, I'm I seriously so awesome that my imagination just saved my life, or is this some sorta weird before-death dream.
Either way I must save Scott, and Stiles

I placed my hands to the side so I was able to push myself up, once sitting I turned to Stiles, he was still blacked out, one of his eyes was half open, his hair was burnt around the edges, his skin was red and burnt and his clothes had dirt and rips all over them. He looked dead to be honest but I can still hear a heart beat, it's small- very small but still there.

I grabbed Stiles arm, holding it so tight I will probably leave a bruise, I pulled his up against my chest then grabbed his lower back so when I stood up he would come with me.
Once on my feet I searched threw the smoke for a opening or somewhere that looked weak and easy to break.
But before I could the firemen came bursting threw my wall, they saw me and Stiles and where yelling for me to come to them, my weak trembling legs walked threw the mess, I had to watch out for weak spots in the floor so I wouldn't fall threw the ground.
Once finally at the opening I jumped out, many firefighters went rushing in for Scott once I mentioned him and others helped me.
I placed Stiles on the ground once his heart beat became even weaker,
I lowered my lips near his, ready to do mouth to mouth, I hesitated, but was ready, this meant nothing it was to save him. but before I could.. I was suddenly pulled away. Stiles was soon being takin into an ambulance.
And I was pushed onto a weird bed with wheels, I've never went on one of these before I'm not used to going to the hospital
My coughing started again, it was very violent and a bit of blood came out with each.
They wrapped a weird plastic thing on my mouth, it strangely helped with my breath

I turned and watched Stiles being takin away, and I felt, worried.. I mean of course he's Scotts best friend I should be worried.. Shouldn't I?