𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 | ❝ There are so many threats happening all at once and no one trusts anyone. People are dying and we don't know why or how or who's going to be next. And we can't protect anyone if we can't trust each other. ❞
The supernatu...
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My throat hurt the most when I started coming around to consciousness again. I tried to swallow but it hurt, my throat felt tight and closed off, like I couldn't breathe.
Something took my hand and I flinched, trying to pull my hand away with a frightened moan.
"Sarah, it's okay. You're safe."
I finally peeled my eyes open and twisted my head toward the voice that had spoke to me.
"Derek? What happened? Where am I?"
My voice was weak and scratchy, making me cringe. Slowly, I tried to push myself up so that I was sitting instead of laying. I felt a hand on my back to support me and the shiver that ran up my spine let me know it was Derek.
"Allison's mom tried to kill us."
That voice was Scott's and I turned my head to see him sitting on the examination table, his legs thrown over the side with an IV in his arm.
He looked as bad as I felt.
"Are you okay?" I asked him worriedly. Scott nodded his head and I let out a relieved sigh. "Good. Good," I breathed. "As long as you're okay."
Derek huffed softly behind me. "You almost died, too, you know," he reminded me.
I looked at him with a stern and serious expression on my face. "I don't care about myself, Derek," I told him. He flinched and I just looked back at Scott, who was frowning, too. "As long as those I love are okay, then I'm okay."
The two of them were silent and I sighed, changing the subject. "How did we get out alive?" I looked behind me to Derek again. "Did you..."
He nodded his head. "I heard Scott's roar for help. And then Stiles and Isaac told me that you with him..."
My eyes widened and I tried to stand on my feet. "Stiles," I gasped, swaying when I was hit with a dizzy-spell. I would've ended up kissing Deaton's tiled floor if Derek hadn't sprung to his feet to catch me in his arms. "Where's Stiles?"
"He's okay," Scott assured me. "I just talked to him. There was another murder and he got home before your dad showed up."
I deflated, a shaking breath leaving my throat as Derek lowered me back down onto the bench we were sitting on. "Another murder?"
Scott nodded his head. "Kara Simmons."
It felt like I had a large hand covering my face, forcing me to slowly suffocate in agony. I knew her, too. We weren't close but I knew her; I hung out with her when Camden and I were dating.
I didn't miss Derek and Scott share a look. They could sense my panic, the overwhelming fear that crippled me. I slumped back into Derek, my hands clutching the soft, dark fabric of his shirt.
