3RD POV
Nillin lay on the metal slab, unconscious. Scott appeared, but only for Stiles. Not the witch.
"Dude, she'll be ok." Scott attempted to comfort his friend.
"No! This is my fault! joshed only hurt because I told her to leave! She's dying because of me!" stiles mourned, wiping tears from his eyes.
Stiles sat, wincing at the pain in his ribs. The pain only increased as Nillin only turned paler. Stiles held her hand, still shaking.
Dr. Deaton waltzed in, a sad look on his face. he only felt bad he couldn't help.
"She won't be alive much longer. she used too much Black Magic. That magic will take a toll and shut her system down." he paused, "The witches' spirits are punishing her."
"What?!" Stiles jumped up, still grasping Nillin's hand.
Deaton only nodded.
"Guys! her heartbeat is dropping." Scott spoke.
Stiles started to sob.his girl was dying. He couldn't do it. he paced, back and forth, back and forth. The pain he felt was unbearable. not just the pain in is ribs, but his heart.
"She stopped breathing." Scott stated.
Sure Scott felt bad, but he though Stiles cared too much.
"No! No, no, no, no, no!"Stiles walked back over to Nillin's side. He let the tears fall.
This is Deucalion's fault. Stiles banged his fist on the metal table.
"No!" he cried, "I love her!"
"Love isn't going to bring her back." Scott looked at Stiles.
Stiles turned to his friend. Rage running through his veins. Stiles approached Scott, pulling his fist back. Stiles's fist made contact with Scott's jaw, popping it out of place.
"You could've helped!" Stiles yelled.
Scott backed off. He didn't reply, he only left the office.
Stiles looked at Nillin.
"What the-" Stiles started.
Nillin's arms and face were showing the black veins again. The power- her power- was leaving her body. the veins were not permanent, but they did stay for a long while.
She was dead.
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NILLIN'S POV
I watched everybody I knew file in. Lydia, Allison, Officer Stilinski, and even Scott. One person was missing.
Stiles.
I was now on the other side. I couldn't feel them hugging my lifeless body, holding my hand and kissing my forehead. But, even in my lifeless form, I could still feel the power surge through me. Pain and sadness, I thought.
Crying, I wiped the tears from my cheeks. I needed Stiles to help me feel comforted. Being a 'ghost' wasn't so bad. But I will miss being able to touch and have my 'family' to love.
Time never went by here. It only leaving me to wonder around in the blackness, or walk on the beautiful land. The town was completely clueless of the supernatural. they couldn't feel me bump into their shoulder, walk by them or even poke them.
After wondering around aimlessly, I found Stiles in the wooded areas of Beacon Hills. He walked, crying and cursing angrily. I could hear him, but he couldn't hear me. I held his hand. Wanting him to feel my touch. I wanted to feel his soft skin against mine.
But he couldn't feel it.
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A/N: It's been a full two weeks since I uploaded! I'm so sorrrrrrrry! I've been contemplating my new ending to 'Broken'! YAAAAAAY!
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~Mae
