Dear Stiles,
It's been 3 days now. Cora told me writing these notes to you would help me, and would be nice for you to read when you wake up. I admire her optimism. She's so sure you'll make it through, and all I can think about is what will happen if you leave us.
Me. Your friends. Our daughter.
She drew you a lovely picture and stuck it on the wall of your hospital room. I'm sure you would love it. You always did love her art.
Love always, Derek.