Don't Forget Me

“Scott?” His own voice startled him. It was barely there and what was there sounded raspy. There was a pause. “Stiles?” It was Derek. “Derek? What are you doing with Scott’s phone?” He was gasping with each word. “Stiles? Are you okay? Where are you?” He sounded angry, or maybe it was concern. Stiles didn’t care anymore. He hung up. He glanced at his wrist. Maybe just once.