Trust (Derek Hale)

Stay

Pain.

It feels like acid is burning through my back, it aches with agony and I just want it to stop. My head is a whirlwind storm as I try to remember what happened, all I can remember is pain, pain pain....and darkness. Pain and darkness that's all I know, nothing else, just those two. Wait, I have a name don't I? I must be someone....yes I was someone...E...an E it begins with an E then an L... I think...

Elena.

Yes that's it, I'm Elena Stark and I'm a Stark.

The memories of my life slowly trickle back like honey, colouring up the darkness that seem to surround me. It's almost like watching a bunch of movies at the same time as the memories come back. One seems to stand out, me chasing a brown haired boy with a bowl of brownie dow, I dump the dow over his head and he chases me through the house and we end up in the swimming pool.

Stiles. Stiles Stilinksi.

I'll never forget him, not even in death.

The next memory that seems to hold still in front of me is that of a handsome young man, we're sitting on my bed and I'm telling him the story of how my mother and brother died. He's holding me and even though I can't feel his arms I feel comforted, I feel warm, I feel safe.

Derek Hale.

The first true love of my life.

I can hear them, Stiles and Derek. I can hear their voices calling out to me, begging me to stay. The darkness around me seems to try and drown them out but the desperate pleading in their voices for me to stay cuts cleanly through. So I fight I try to fallow the voices, letting them guide me out of the dense darkness. Like heavy metal gates being raised my eyes seem to drag open, protesting with every micro movement. 

Blinding white light burns my eyes making them water in pain, I blink trying to comprehend my surroundings but everything is hazy. My ears ring slightly and the noises around me seem far off, my eyesight is blurry and I can't make out the shapes surrounding me. All that seems to be constant is the pain, the poisonous pain that nips at my back painfully.

"Miss Stark?" A voice asks but it seems far away like they're talking to me through a tunnel.

"Miss Stark can you hear me?" The voice asks again a little clearer this time.

I try I really do but I can't bring myself to make even the slightest sound, my throat feels like a desert, and my tongue feels like thousands of needles is stabbing it. A blurry figure looms over me and I slowly close my eyes before opening them again, the blurry human figure still there. Hope seeps into me as I notice that at a snails pace the ringing in my ears seem to fade and my vision becomes clearer. It's slow but it's progress.

"Miss Stark can you hear me?" The voice asks again gently and my eyes finally focuses on a dark haired Doctor looking down at me. Once again I try to speak but it struggles, I'm still slightly disorientated.

"Don't speak, just nod, can you hear me?" His voice is clear this time all the ringing gone, I nod slightly but even that small movement sends a jolt of pain through my body. 

"Can you see me properly?" He asks and I nod again.

"Can you remember anything?" He asks and I frown, I try to remember why I'm here. Why am I in a hospital.

"It's alright, you're safe. Your cousin and another guy brought you in, they found you next to the road. We believe you might have been attacked by some animal." He says and I frown, no, no that's not what happened. I know that's not what happened.

"Can you remember your name?" He asks next and I take a moment to try and remember it.

"Elena." My voice is horse and weak it makes me cringe, the hoarseness I can tolerate but not the weakness.

"You have a concussion but not severely, the claw marks were deep and we had to stitch them up, you've lost a lot of blood it's a miracle you survived." He says and I don't understand why he's telling me this it just makes me nauseous.

"Further more some kind of poison or disease seemed to have been spreading through you, probably infection. We couldn't stop t because we didn't know what it was but you seem to have magically healed on your own." He says and that's when I realise the awful taste in my mouth, I know that taste I know it...

"And lastly you've been in a coma for a week but you seem to be on the road to full recovery again."

That's it, I turned to the side of the bed and threw up but nothing came out other than horrible dry retching sounds. I've been here for a week? In a coma? With claw marks on my back and a mysterious infection spreading through my body that magically healed. This all sounds so absurd but not as absurd as it should, it actually sounds familiar like I should know the answers.

"When...when can I leave?" I ask not wanting to stay in the hospital, I want to go find my memories.

"As soon as you can walk properly an when we're sure you're no longer...at risk." He says and I groan slightly, he then looks at his watch.

"There's quite a few people wanting to see you miss Stark." He says and I frown, people want to see me? I can't remember having people close to me...

"No." I simply say and he seems to understand before leaving me in my room still feeling sick and reaching for memories.

Short chapter sorry!

But hey! Elena lives!