(AN: Thank you everyone, for your reviews and favorites! I'm making these chapters a little shorter now so I can update more often and have the story be a little longer. I'm getting close to concluding it and I hope you enjoy. Thank you. –Sara)

(Stiles POV)

I've started my day five times. I can't say it's not nice having my mom in these dreams. Even though that's all they are; dreams.

"Sweetheart, I folded your clothes for you." She winked at me from the door, holding the laundry basket.

"Thanks, mom." The three letter word feels like another language. I know that if I count my fingers, I'll have an extra one. I try to see through her, but she's so solid.

I walk towards her quicker than I should and grasp the handles of the laundry basket over her hands. I can feel the softness of her skin beneath mine, the bone of her fingers. "You okay, honey?" My eyes burn and I almost feel the need to yawn.

"Yes, absolutely." I take the basket from her just as my dad walks by.

"Early shift." He flashes a smile and kisses my mom on the mouth. As soon as he leaves, she puts her hand on my arm.

"Check underneath." I'm left watching her skip down the stairs. I want to follow her, but this needs to go as smooth as possible. At least for the day.

I sit the basket of clothes on my bed and take them out one by one. They're crisp and folded so perfectly. I put a shirt to my nose and breathe deeper than I have in a long time. Lavender and soap. My father switched to normal detergent, no dryer sheets, after she died. I'd always get made fun of for smelling like lavender at school, but I loved it because that's what my favorite person smelled like. I must've been the only one to notice when the smell was gone.

When I get to the bottom, I see a chocolate bar. My dad never liked me having sugar, seeing as it counteracted my medication, but she started doing this after the problems started. "You can't help it, Stiles. It's just you. And I think that's perfect."

I open the chocolate and put it to my closed lips. I can smell it, feel the powder dust my mouth. I don't dare look at my fingers. I don't close my eyes. I don't read the label.

"Wanna miss school today?" She calls up from the kitchen. I can't decide. I want to see if Scott is there. I want to know if he's still a werewolf.

But I don't know where I'll wake up tomorrow.

"I'll just go tomorrow."

"Don't forget, Lydia is coming to tutor you tonight!"

(Lydia POV)

There's nothing here anymore. There's no bright animated Stiles to listen to. Derek spends his hours in between by reading. Scott and I lay on either side of Stiles.

"I miss you, buddy." Scott adjusts Stiles' pillow. I know I'm probably clutching Stiles' hand too hard, but he'll barely feel it.

"There's no giving up." Scott's phone rings after I finish talking.

"Mom?" I can hear Melissa after Scott puts her on speaker phone.

"Honey, I read that inducing hypothermia can wake someone from a coma. Can't hurt to try, I think. I hope."

"We'll try anything, mom. Thank you."

"Bring that boy back." Scott presses the red button on the bottom of his phone and looks at Derek.

(AN: Really fighting with myself on how I should end this story. I have two potential endings but I cannot decide! Thank you all for reading! Be your own anchor 3 )