"It's your fault, Jesse. It's all your fault." No, it couldn't be. My heart raced as he stood in front of me, his eyes half open. Stiles. "No," I cried, reaching out for him. "No, it's not!" Blood splattered itself around his chest and head, his right eye grew swollen and black. "Yes Jesse. It is your fault." His eye grew sorrowful looking and he turned away from me to walk into the shadows of the void. Loneliness swam around me along with fear and tears stung my eyes. "No Stiles! Please don't go!" I cried, taking off after him. My feet grew heavy and then it was like I was struggling through muddy gop. I looked down to see my feet stuck in a river of scarlet red blood. I looked up at Stiles fading back and raised my hand. "Stiles!" I screamed before the blood rose up and swallowed me whole.
"Jesse, can you hear me? Jesse?" Voices swirled around my chest as pressure was applied to my chest. Something slid down into my nostril and then my lungs were being cleaned out, the build-up disappeared. "Easy Jesse." That voice, so calm and quiet. I recognized it but my thoughts were still muffled and foggy. My head hurt and spun and my whole body ached. Someone opened one of my eyes, flashing a bright light in it, and I recoiled as the brightness stung. Something held down my head so that they could finish and I continued to struggle. "Calm down Jesse, it's alright," the voice insisted and I shook my head. "Stiles," I slurred, just now remembering about my boyfriend. "Where's Stiles." "He's alright, Jesse. Just focus on getting better." I shook my head. "No," I insisted. He wasn't alright. But, before I could argue or insist anymore, my head and eyes grew heavy again and everything grew dark, dragging me down to the depths of sleep.
Urgh, my head. I shifted in my bed, struggling just to do that. My movements seemed sluggish, my chest tight, and my thoughts seemed to have disappeared under the heavy weight of the pain killers. Someone moved beside me and I turned my head, looking at the person with my one good eye. It was Derek. My heart sped up, tracked by the heart monitor connected to me. "D-Derek," I stammered, my voice cracking and raw. The alpha raised his head quickly, looking up at me with a slight look of hope. "Oh my God," he gasped, taking the hand closest to him. "How are you feeling?" His eyes showed a little bit of worry, concern, and happiness. "Where's Stiles," I moaned, closing my eyes. Silence.
"Derek? Where's Stiles?" I opened my eyes and watched my alpha intently. His eyes showed regret and sadness. "He's in another room. You're both in the Intensive Care Unit. Except," he paused. "Except what, Derek?" I leaned up, my rib cage burning like fire. "Easy, Jesse," he cooed, gently rubbing my good hand. "No, Derek," I growled. "Except what, Derek?" Derek realized how serious I was and smiled. "There's the Jesse I know," he said. "Except for the fact that you are the first one to wake up. Stiles is still out."
Just those words knocked the breath out of me, shock shooting through my core. My heart beat began to race as I realized what this meant. Stiles was worse than I was which scared me. It meant that I couldn't keep him safe. He could die because of me. Tears stung my cheek and I let out a sob. "Now Jesse, getting yourself all worked up like this won't help either of you." To calm myself, I took a few deep breaths. "How bad am I?" I asked, clearing my throat. He took a moment to think of all the things wrong with me. "Want me to start with the most simple ones?" he asked. I shrugged which hurt more than anything so far. "Alright, I'll start with the worst. You have only one lung functioning at the moment. Several of your ribs are snapped completely off and your back is broken in several places. Your shoulder was dislocated and somehow your werewolf healing worked really well there because we had to yank real hard on it before we could pop it back in. You have a black eye, a concussion, and several stitches around your head and face. Also, your leg is broken and splinters were everywhere. They had to go into your leg to get all of them and reconstruct the bone with the shards. Basically, you were done in terribly."
"Damn," I sighed, closing my eye. "You know what I've learned from this?" Derek asked in which he continued before I could answer. "I'm glad I'm just an alpha. I'd rather be an alpha than what you are. Your healing abilities suck." I smiled, letting out a small laugh that turned into coughs. I held up my hand against my mouth to cover it as I coughed. Then, when I pulled it back, I stared at my hand which was now covered in scarlet-red blood. "Here," my alpha offered, holding up a tissue to my mouth to clean in. Then he wiped off my hand with a baby wipe. A nurse walked in and took one glance at us before she turned around and left, leaving the door open just a peak. The hospital was silent, maybe it was because it was night-time, I dunno. Footsteps sounded outside the door, squeaking on the polished floor. The door creaked open again and a bald man walked in, wearing the long white coat of a doctor. He adjusted his coat sleeves and stepped up to me.
"Hello, miss Jesse. How are we feeling today?" he asked before turning to the woman who had followed him in. I immediately recognized Melissa McCall, Scott's mother, as the doctor's nurse. "Is Scott here? Is he alright? How is he?" I asked, directing the questions to her as panic coursed through my veins. My heart beat sped up and Melissa looked at me, concern knitted in her eyes, a small smile lighting up on her face. "You were always more worried about the rest of the pack than yourself, weren't you?" she asked sadly. The doctor cleared his throat, dragging my attention off of the mourning nurse. "Jessica, you need to focus. Do you have any abnormal feelings of dizziness or nausea?" I shook my head, holding up my good hand. "Slow down, baldy," I growled. "First of all, get my fucking name right. It's Jesse not Jessica. Second of all, if you're the fucking doctor, shouldn't you know how I'm feeling right now. I'll just throw it on you if you don't know already. I'm stressed, tired, hungry, angry, and in a serious amount of pain. If you can't understand any of that, I suggest you go to another fucking school and actually learn something." Anger ate through my patience, gnawing at my stretched nerves. "Now, will anybody tell me where Stiles is or am I going to have to go find him myself?" Beside me, I felt Derek flinch and then I turned to see surprise mixed with shock in his gaze.
"Was it something I said?" I asked him, confused at the moment until I heard scribbling. I turned my head back to the doctor to see him writing on his clip board. Then, he handed it to Melissa and left the room, not saying anything to any of us. "He asked for me to give you some more general anesthesia. He's moving you down into another room and out of the Intensive Care Unit." I shook my head quickly. "Please, Melissa. I have to see Stiles before we go. Please." I was practically begging, tears stinging my wounded cheeks. The woman looked very tired all of a sudden as she looked at Derek for his say on things. "I'll carry her," he offered in which she finally nodded. "Okay, just for you and just this once, Jesse," she said as she quickly unplugged the heart monitors and oxygen tanks. Pulling the blanket off of my small body, she stepped back, allowing my alpha to scoop up my frail body, and she followed behind, pushing my I.V. along with us.
I shivered against Derek's warm chest, my head leaning against his muscular shoulder, and stared at nothing particular until we came to a room by itself. Melissa opened the door that led in a dark room with only the overhead light on. Monitors beeped and oxygen tanks wooshed, pushing the oxygen into the patient. At first, I barely recognized him with all the tubes, wires, bandages, and bruises but when I saw his pale face, his dark bags under both eyes, I knew it was my baby, my sweet Stiles. Derek gently sat my down into the chair, causing pain to bite through my body but I just clenched my fangs against it. I reached out my good arm, my hand trembling, and laid it down on his own pale hand. Biting my lip, I tried to contain the tears that threatened to spill out of my eyes.
"Can I be alone with him. Just for a moment?" I asked, knowing that this request was almost too much and already believing they would object to it. "Of course, sweety," came the quiet reply and then footsteps that led out followed by the soft click of the door. "Oh Stiles," I cried, laying my head down against his cold hand. "What have I done to you?" I let the tears stream down my cheeks and drop onto the sheet that covered his broken body. "Please, come back to me, Stiles. I can't live without you," I begged which was replied with only silence. Not even a speedup in his heart beat to say that he heard me. "Don't leave me, Stiles. Please."With that, I pushed myself shakily up, my left foot the only support I had, and leaned over him to press a gentle kiss against his pale, cool cheek. "Please," I whispered one more time and then plopped myself back into the chair. Feet shuffled around outside my door and then the door opened again. "Come on, Jesse. It's time to go," Derek whispered, leaning over to scoop my limp body up into his arms once more. This time, I felt as if I was leaving Stiles behind for the last time.