Thomas POV

We're getting away. Turns out that the scorch never happened, the flare is unfortunately real and it turns out I'm the goddamn cure. Teresa managed to extract the cure from my blood and we gave it to Newt. The dark veins on his face are still visible. Teresa is putting pressure on my stomach, where earlier I was shot. All of a sudden I feel the truck stopping.

"FBI and Beacon Hills police, step out of the vehicle!"

Shit. Minho and Teresa push me behind some crates, bumping against them. Still dizzy from all the blood loss I remain between the crates. The fell light from outside blinds us temporally. There only two guys and one woman out there, but we don't have any ammo. I'm also the only one left with a gun.

"Everybody come outside. "

One by one, my friends get outside.

"Is that everyone?" Yells someone.

"There still someone in there, I think he is wounded. "

Newt. He is unconscious. Next to the door of the truck is a lever that essentially locks down the truck. I can buy us some more time. I pick up my gun and wait for the woman to check on Newt. The dark haired woman bows over him and I grab my only chance.

Jumping out of my hiding place I grab the woman and hold my empty gun to her head. I'm glad I'm wearing a mask, so they can't see my grimace.

"Get inside the truck. " I command.

Hesitating they look at each other, I shake my hand with the gun in it. Grudgingly they step in the truck. Teresa looks at me with wide eyes, she knows what I'm gonna do.

"Thomas no!"

I pull the lever and no one is able to get in or out, until the lever is back pulled up and they have to go through me to do that.

"You just locked yourself up too, you do realise that. " says the guy from the FBI.

It was the only way I would be able to buy my friends the time to escape.

"Shut up and tie up the guy next to you. " I hiss, partly because of the anger, partly because of the pain.

"Harder. "

FBI guy wanted to bind the ropes loosely around his friend so he could escape. That ain't gonna happen.

I walk with the woman to the FBI guy and order her to tie him up. Meanwhile I take the guns of them away. The woman is ready with the FBI guy.

"You don't have to do this. " she says.

I have to, for my friends.

"Whatever it is you've gotten into, we can help you get out. "

Yeah right, that sounds suspiciously alike to what wicked said when they 'rescued' us from the maze.

The Sheriff tries a differ approach. " that was very courageous, giving up yourself so that your friends can escape. "

"Shut the shuck up. " I say harshly to tired to yell.

My hands are shaking while I tie the Woman up. She looks at me concerned and I will myself to stop my hands from shaking. Finally done with tying them all up I let myself down on the opposite side of them, leaning on the wall.

"Look I can help you. " tries the Woman again.

"Melissa shut up. " hisses the FBI guy.

"Why would you help me?"

"I'm a nurse and you're severely wounded, at the moment you feel dizzy from blood loss and in the next hour you'll fall unconscious and die. " she finishes her rant.

"Again why would you help me?"

"Because I'm a nurse and I'm may not particularly like you, but you're hurt and I can help. "

"How do I know it is not a trick to get you out of the ropes?"

"Because we both know I'm your best chance at surviving. "

Seeing her point I carefully crawl over to her and untie her. Now I'm sitting next to the sheriff.

"In the crate next to you are some medical supplies. "

Melissa takes them and immediately begins to work. Stopping only briefly to look at the wound, she explains everything what she is doing and for that I can't help but feel a little grateful.

"So Thomas, was it. Have you got any family?"

"No. " I know what she is doing, making sure I keep talking and stay awake, doesn't mean I like it. But I feel my adrenaline slipping away from me and I can't find any energy to lie.

"How old are you Thomas?"

"Nineteen. "

I hear several sharp intakes of breath. Melissa stopped working for a second or two. They clearly didn't expect me to be so young. I feel my eyes shutting and becoming more limp.

"Thomas, I need you to stay awake! Can you do that for me?"

I think I was out for a few moments.

"Who's that guy? Your friend?"

"My brother. "

I can feel myself slipping out of consciousness.

"Thomas! Thomas! I'm gonna take of you mask so you can breath more freely. "

I hear the words but they don't register. I feel the mask slipping off and I look directly into Melissa's panicked face. My eyes flutter shut.

Melissa's POV

I don't like him, he threatened to kill me, how could I possibly like him? But he's also a human being. If Scott or Stil- Stiles, the nogitsune took over his body and according to Kira's mom, if we kill the nogitsune, we kill Stiles. The only way we can get Stiles back is to split him from the nogitsune.

" So Thomas, was it. Have you got any family?"

"No. " he answers curtly.

"How old are you Thomas?" If I were to guess I think he would be about 28, he's still young, but to threaten someone with a gun? He must have had a hard live.

"Nineteen. "

What? He's the same age as Scott, and I know that Scott's been through a lot but he is supernatural. This guy, Thomas, certainly isn't, he doesn't heal fast enough. He's just a kid. I feel him become limp in my arms.

"Thomas wake up!"

"Melissa free us first." Commands Rafael.

I toss him a knife, he can get out on his own. I do help free Noah, once that is done I immediately turn my attention back to the kid.

"Why are you helping him?" Asks Raf curious.

"He's just a kid, the same age as Scott. Thomas, I need you to stay awake! Can you do that for me?"

I hear him groan lightly, thank god he's still alive.

"Who's that guy? Your friend?"

He mumbles "My brother. "

He needs to take the mask off, he'll need all the air he can get. Besides he's so weak he won't be able to resist.

"Thomas! Thomas! I'm gonna take of you mask so you can breath more freely. " he must have fallen against one of the crates before we got here, causing an internal bleeding, leading to a possible coma.

He doesn't react and I take the mask off. No! Impossible! The familiar dark brown eyes of Stiles are looking right at me, before fluttering shut.

"Melissa what's wrong?" Asks Noah concerned, I realise he can't see Thom- Stiles' face.

"It's him. " I whisper.

"Who?"

"It's Stiles. "

I see the different emotions in Noah's eyes. Disbelief, anger, relief.

"How do you know he's not..."

"The nogitsune? He sacrificed himself for his friends. "

"My son. " he whispers.

Suddenly we hear the other guy groaning behind us. I let Stiles go and check on him. Stiles' head falls on the shoulder of Noah. I see him embracing Stiles tightly, in the corner of my eyes.

Dark blue veins are all over his body except for in his face, there they are a lighter colour.

"Guys, they both need to go to a hospital asap. "

Raf stands up pulls the lever back up, outside it is already dark. By my estimate we were in the truck for several hours, Stiles' friends are probably long gone. I pick up my phone and call 911.

"Hello, I'm Melissa McCall. I'm a nurse, I'm standing in 37 Lake street. I have two boys lying unconscious, one seems to be poisoned the other one is shot. "

...

"Thank you. "

"They'll be here in ten minutes. " I say.

"Why didn't Stiles come back earlier, especially since he knew that someone is stealing his identity?" Asks Raf confused.

We made up a cover story, the nogitsune had stolen Stiles' identity through sophisticated technology and Stiles was kidnapped by the nogitsune. Thank god that we were able to convince the authorities.

"I don't know. " I answer honestly.

"Sheriff?"

We both look at Noah who doesn't answer, but just holds Stiles protectively. In the distance we hear the familiar sound of sirens blearing through the otherwise silent night. Blue lights accompany the harsh sounds of the ambulances.

Silently I watch the boys being loaded in the ambulance, Noah never leaving Stiles' side. I step in the ambulance with Newt in it. In the light I can study him better. I was allowed to go with him, because I had to be in the hospital for my shift.

"Melissa, could you tell me what happened?"

"We found him like that. "

"Was he the whole time unconscious?"

"As far as I know, yes. "

"Did his condition change?"

"He looks better now, but I can't say for sure. It could be a trick of light. "

"Thank you. "

The rest of the trip to the hospital is silent, but tense. I know the nurse, he's a colleague.

"Who's he?"

"John Doe"

Rafael was left behind since he was not family and he didn't work in the hospital and had to be there.

When we arrive at the hospital, Stiles is immediately brought to the surgery room and John Doe to neurology, because he's still unconscious. We were left standing in the hallway, waiting for news.

"Why would he hold you under shot? Stiles wouldn't threaten you with a gun, or anyone for that matter. It's like he didn't even recognise you. " rants Noah.

"We don't know what he went through, he was missing for three years. "

"Still he wouldn't hold you under shot. "

"That's because he didn't. " we hear a voice say from behind us.

Rafael.

"What do you mean?" Noah asks desperately at any news that could explain his son behaviour.

Rafael shows Stiles' gun to us. "It wasn't loaded. "

Both me and Noah sigh simultaneously, Stiles didn't put me in any real danger.

"What's the situation?"

"Stiles is still in surgery and our John Doe's blood is examined by the team of toxicology. To find the poison that is used on him. "