Voices. Scott? Stiles? I thought. I was too weak to speak. I opened my eyes. I could barely focus long enough to get a good look at them. Scott and Stiles were standing in front of me, whispering to each other. They looked worried. Bits and pieces came in through my ears. "What if it doesn't take?" Stiles asked. "I don't want to think about that." Scott replied. What? What are they talking about? I thought. And then just like that I conked out.
I came to again, luckily I was awake enough to determine I was in Stiles's bed and Scott and Stiles were not in room. I tried to move but a huge groan escaped me. Something was tugging at my skin as I laid back down in my original position. I lifted my shirt and saw a big square of gauze covering half my side. What the heck happened? All I could remember was having a picnic with Scott in the woods and these two red eyes. I lifted a corner of the gauze and had started to pull it back when Stiles and Scott entered the room. Scott saw I was awake and rushed toward me. "Allie! Are you okay?" He yelled softly after he kissed my forehead. "I'm fine." I said while trying to sit up. I got 4 inches up from the pillow and then collapsed back down. "Why am I so weak?" I asked. Scott and Stiles looked at each other. Stiles nodded his head at Scott. Scott sat down on the bed next to me and took a deep breathe.
