Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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DEREK sits in a hospital room holding Luna's hand as he listens to her heart beat on a machine. She had been out for almost two days now. Not only her, but also her friend, Lydia was still unconscious.
"I'm sorry I put you in danger... I should've done something, anything to stop Kate and Peter."
"You did your best..."
Looking up in anticipation and joy, Derek frowns as he sees Luna still laying with a blank face and closed eyes. He turns to his right seeing Luna's Aunt, Fallen, standing by the door.
Fallen was impressed. The boy had been here more than anyone thought he would. And when he was here he didn't leave Luna's side. Fallen had to make him go eat or go take a rest room break. The boy seemed to really care about her niece.
"That wasn't enough Fallen."
"Listen Derek... Luna is stubborn. She's independent. She's free. She's Luna. The girl will do what she wants, when she wants. Trust me even if you two weren't together she would probably no doubt be in this same circumstance. Her laying in that bed has nothing to do with you. Kate shot her... you didn't."
"It feels like it. Honestly I should've just had the gun in my hand... that's how guilty I feel. If I can't protect her when she's right beside me..."
Fallen pulls up a chair beside Derek and sits down then pats his shoulder, "You did your best. Emerson was there. You don't see me blaming him... I don't blame you and neither will she, so stop blaming yourself."
...
The door to a darkened patient room creaks open. Two heads peer in.
Stiles and Scott.
They slip inside and pull into the shadows as an orderly passes by down the hall.
"Shut the door." Scott whispers.
Stiles nods and puts his hand on the door. He slowly starts to push it with the gentlest touch possible. But the door squeals, almost absurdly loud. Stiles pauses, glancing to Scott who cringes behind him.
Even more gently, Stiles starts to push the door closed again. It squeals again. Then, even more carefully, Stiles tries again. But the slower he pushes, the louder the squeal until it's almost a shriek of metal scraping against metal.
With Scott practically writhing in frustration, Stiles finally clicks the door closed. Moving quietly in the dark room, they ease past a curtain to find Lydia asleep on her side in the hospital bed. Difficult breathes escape from her lips as the two boys approach.
"Do it."
Scoff frowns, "You do it."
"I can't. I'm too worried."
With a cautious glance around the curtain, Scott slowly lifts the bandage off Lydia's side to get a look at the wound. But fear turns to confusion as he gets a clear look.
