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Try

Malia's P.O.V.

Allison cried and shook her head in response to being asked something that she couldn't do anymore, heal.

"Baby...you have to try."

"But it's too difficult."

"Deaton told me a way, but it might be painful. Fisically for Allison and emotionally for you."

Melissa said to me.

"What way?!"

I yelled, with hope.

"We'll need Stiles for this."

"I'll call him."

Stiles's P.O.V.

I was already in the classroom, and the teacher had arrived, when my cell phone began to ring.

I saw the ID, it was Malia.

Thank God it's still 7:58, I've got two minutes to talk to her. But what coould have happened?

"Hey, Mal. Is Ally okay?"

"Actually, she's not. She began throwing up black blood and she's suffering to much."

"Oh, Ally..."

"We need you, babe. Ally needs you."

"I'm going. Don't worry. Tell Ally I'll be there. I'll never leave her again."

"But, Stiles you need to go to your classes!"

"Yeah, but my daughter comes first."

The bell rang. 

Class was starting.

"I'll make it in 20 minutes, okay?"

"STILES!"

The teacher yelled.

I got up, grabbed my stuff and said:

"I'm sorry. But my daughter needs me."

And stormed out of the room.

I heard everyone whisper:

' He has a daughter?'

But I didn't care.

All I cared was my daughter, so I ran for her.

"Stiles, are you still there?"

I heard Malia through the phone.

"Yeah, babe."

"Ally wants to talk to you."

"Sure..."

"Dad..."

"Hey, baby girl. How ya doin'?"

I said in a baby voice, trying to make things happier.

"It hurts, dad. I don't think I can do this anymore."

"Of course you can, Ally. You're strong."

"No, daddy, I'm not."

"Yes, you are, Ally. You're my daughter. You can handle this. I know you can."

"I did handle the previous times....but not anymore."

"But..."

"Dad....just let me go."

I heard someone crying and they hung up.

I started to tear up too, got in the car, crying, and headed to Ally.

Malia's P.O.V.

Ally handed me the phone while both of us were crying.

"I'm sorry, mom."