I was in my wheelchair in some kind of room. The gray stone wall around me seemed vaguely familiar. I rolled forward slightly and froze. The intense smell of blood filled my nostrils. I scanned the room uneasily. The far wall was shrouded in darkness, permitting me to see anything there. Before I could over think anything a spotlight turned on, lighting up the far wall. I gasped, my eyes scanning over the scene before me.

On the far wall there was three people strung up by their wrists. Their bloody hands were chained and shackled above their heads. The first two I recognized from the article I had read about the Hale's. Two girls that were separated by one guy.

The first girl girl a little older than the other one, although that could have been due to the the dirt that was caked on her face. Her hair was jet black and scattered across her head. She was breathing heavily, but her eyes were focused on the girl hanging at the end.

Next to her was a man that was a lot older than both of them. He hung his head, his dark brown hair cascading over his downcast eyes. His body was limp against the chains, but his hands were curled into thick fists. A low growl was rolling from his chest, as if the the fire had yet to be extinguished inside him.

The last girl was the complete opposite. It seemed as if she had been broken down, the fire long gone from her eyes. She seemed fragile, a frail child being punished and abused. Her dark hair covered most of her small face, but what I could see was shockingly childlike. She seemed very young, her innocent eyes filling with tears before dropping to the floor. Her small body shook with silent hysterical cries.

I started to roll forward. I had to help these people no matter what. I told that to myself, repeated it in my mind, but the sound of someone screaming my name made me stop. I knew that voice, I could recognize the rough edge to it. What I didn't recognize was the underlying fear that was laced in his scream.

I stared at the people in front of me. I needed to help them, I had to, but I couldn't ignore the cries of help from Derek. I bit my tongue and forced myself to turn. I ignored the stinging in my eyes, I ignored the block of ice in my throat, I ignored the silent cries of the young girl. I only focused on Derek's cries. I followed the panicked screams for my help, gripping my wheels and forcing the wheelchair forward. I made it out of the room and into the dim hallway, my eyes searching for Derek. I followed the hallway and made my way to the door at the end of the hallway. I slowed to a stop and leaned forward. I gripped onto the rusty handle, the cold material feeling like ice in my hand. Breathing deeply, I turned the handle and pushed the door open. An instant chill curled up my arms and traveled the length of my body.

The room was pitch black, the darkness seeming as though it was a living being. Breathing inward and drawing back, revealing a concrete floor. The darkness slowly receded to reveal a body lying on the floor, face up.

"D...Derek?" I asked , leaning forward slightly in my wheelchair. I could feel the involuntary intake of breath as I stared at the body lying before me.

Upon hearing my voice, Derek turned his head toward me, his eyes connecting with mine. He opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a garbled cough. Blood spurted from his mouth and trickled down his cheek.

I inhaled and sharp breath and rushed forward. Before I was able to reach him I felt my wheelchair stop abruptly as if someone had grabbed my wheel. I gasped as my body was thrown forward out of my chair. My chest slammed against the floor, knocking the breath out of me. My chest heaved as I regained oxygen to my lungs. I pressed my hands against the cold concrete and lifted my head up off the ground. My eyes connected with Derek's dull eyes.

His head was turned toward me, his eyelids flickering open before closing once more. His breathing was labored, blocked by the blood that ran over his trembling lips. His face was pale, sweat gathering on his forehead. He lifted his arm and reached out toward me, his arm falling to the floor limply. He tried to say something once more, but all that I heard was a gurgled mumble.

My brain finally kicked into action. I knew that I wouldn't be able to fully stand up unless I wanted to re break my healing leg. So instead I pushed my upper body off the ground and attempted to crawl towards Derek. I tried to move my legs, but my right one wouldn't budge at all. I looked down and examined my immobile leg.

A thick chain was locked around my cast, preventing me from going anywhere. I reached down and wrapped my hands around the chains. I yanked on them, but they only jingled in return. "Come on," I grumbled and turned slightly. Gripping the chains, I tugged roughly, the chains clinking together. I cried out, continuously and desperately tugging on my restraints. The chains dug into my palms, but the pain seemed to disappear. It didn't matter at that moment. After one last hard tug I gave up trying to release my foot. I turned back towards Derek, my eyes searching his face.

He was getting worse, his pale body shivering against the hard cool floor. His lips parted and he was finally able to mumbled something comprehensible. My name escaped his lips as a whisper. As if the rest of his oxygen had been sucked from his body.

I reached my hand out and grabbed his. I wrapped my fingers around his hand and tugged on his arm, attempting to pull his body closer to me.

His body barely moved, and what movement it had instantly sent pain across his face.

I felt completely and utterly helpless. I couldn't save myself, but even worse I couldn't save Derek. The one person that I had took in in order to keep him safe. I was trapped, once again, by the pain that Kate had inflicted upon me.

I let my hand travel up Derek's arm and gripped onto bicep, pulling and pushing myself closer to him. My leg strained, the chain pulling on my cast, as I moved closer to Derek's body. I used my good leg to propel me forward until I was able to reach his face. My leg was on fire, but I ignored the pain and allowed my eyes to take in Derek's face.

He wrapped his arm around mine and dug his fingers into my bicep. He turned his head away from me, his whole body straining. He gripped onto my arm, his body retching as he coughed up blood. He collapsed back onto the ground, his eyes finding mine once more.

"Derek?" I whined, worry wrapping around my voice.

The red blood that was running from his mouth stopped, instead replaced by a black liquid that seeped out of the corners of his lips.

I gripped onto the sides of his face, my fingers drumming against his skin. "Hey. Hey look at me," I stammered , my words coming out low and shaky.

Derek's eyes stayed on me, but they flickered slightly in time with his rapid breaths.

My eyes frantically scanned Derek's pale face. "No. No, hey Derek. Keep your eyes on me."

He took a few rough breaths before his eyes strayed from my face, his movements stilling. His arm fell limply from my bicep, his hand hit the floor.

At that moment I had stopped breathing, my body trying to mimic Derek's. The last thing I saw was Derek's pale lifeless eyes.

I sat up abruptly, my chest heaving and my face drenched in sweat. My eyes frantically searched the room, but there was no one in there. Derek was nowhere to be found. I was safe in my bed, but the mental image of his lifeless body kept appearing in my mind. It was all I could see. His last breath was all I could hear. I knew that it was a dream, but in that moment I truly felt like I had lost Derek. I attempted to calm myself down.

I tried to breathe, but I inhaled a short raspy breath. I gasped, trying to fill air into my lungs. I scrambled backwards, my back slamming against the headboard as I held my chest, my hand curling into my shirt roughly. I squeezed my eyes shut as I dug my other hand into my sheets. My chest cramped, fire lapping at my lungs from the lack of oxygen. Tears streamed down my face. Whether that was from the pain or not I wasn't sure. A noise between a sob and a cough escaped my lips as I kicked my legs frantically. The trembling started with my hands and moved further, until my whole body was shaking.

I heard my bedroom door open roughly, but my vision was blurry and I couldn't focus on anything. Someone was frantically calling my name, but I couldn't seem to focus. My head pounded, sharp needles shooting up my temples.

"Stiles, hey look at me."

I pried my eyes open and forced myself to turn toward the voice. Derek's voice. I was able to make out the general silhouette of him. I gasped in a short breath before I felt something pull my hand away from my chest. I gripped onto the hand that had grabbed mine.

"Stiles look at my eyes," Derek's voice rang in my ears. "What color are they?"

I looked up at him. "What?" I gasped out, my voice wheezing, my eyes flickering shut a few times before I refocused on his face.

"What color are my eyes?"

My vision cleared enough that I could focus on his eyes. I stared into them, examining the color. "They're...I don't," I stammered, my eyes straying from his face.

He gripped onto my hand and leaned back into my view. "Stiles focus. What color are my eyes?"

I looked back into his eyes. "They're green," one breath. "More like hazel," another breath. "In the light they have...golden flecks," by the third breath I was able to slowly start controlling my breathing.

"There," Derek mumbled, his voice low and careful.

I breathed deeply before I spoke. "How'd you do that?"

He released my hand and stood up away from me, before he spoke. He seemed to hesitate slightly before the words finally flowed. "My little sister used to have panic attacks after we were taken from Lindy."

I inhaled a slow breath before I looked up at him.

He was still in his pajamas, his hair disheveled. He seemed like he was too tired to care that he just shared a very personal memory with me.

"Thank you," I breathed, my hand running nervously through my hair.

"No problem," he mumbled and started to turn to walk out the door.

"Hey Derek?"

He stalled and glanced over his shoulder at me.

"So I was just thinking that this bed is really big. I don't even know why I got it this big. I guess at the time it seemed like a good idea. Anyway I guess I just wanted to, ya know, put this offer on the table. I was going to ask you to see if you could...if you would stay in here? Of course there's the chair, but that might hurt you back. I guess you could just say no and sleep in your own-"

"Sure," Derek stated, cutting off my panicky rambling.

I opened my mouth to say something snarky, but I decided against it and instead scooted over in the bed. I made sure Derek had a large part of the bed and his own pillow and blanket.

He walked over and sat on the edge. Inhaling a deep breath, he laid down next to me face up. "Are you going to be able to go back to sleep?" he questioned and glanced over at me.

"Yeah-" I started before I had actually thought about it. The thought of a nightmare like that plaguing me again made me want to seek comfort in the bright light of my laptop. "Hopefully," I mumbled and laid back against the pillow.

Derek nodded slowly, his eyes scanning me for a second before he rolled over away from me.

I inhaled a slow breath before I turned and faced the wall. I pulled my blanket up close to my face, letting the familiar scent calm me.

I didn't sleep much that night, but I tried to keep still to keep Derek from waking up. When I didn't sleep I could Derek's deep breaths as he slept. I was awake when Derek got out of bed the next morning.

"Good morning Stiles," he mumbled as he opened the door and started to walk out the room.

I yawned and sat up, my body still needing sleep, but my mind permitting it from having it. It was a rough cycle and I was feeling all of it. I rubbed my palm roughly against my face, trying to rub off the exhaustion. I pushed myself off the bed and stood up on my good leg. I was able to hobble over to my chair on the other side of the bed without tripping over articles of clothing.

Derek walked in after that, his pajamas a thing of the past. He helped me down the stairs once more and into the kitchen. His eyes seemed to linger on my face a few seconds longer, with the worried expression on his face that he sometimes got.

During dinner I was pushing my food around on my plate, contemplating on if I wanted to out this offer out there. I glanced up at Derek before I spoke. "So I have a doctors appointment tomorrow to get this sucker checked out," I stated, nodding down to my leg. "You're welcome to come if you'd like. You could stay home as well," I stated and popped a bite into my mouth.

Derek nodded slowly before he spoke. "Yeah I'll go."

That night was pretty much the same as the one before. Derek had started to leave, but instead he hesitated and asked if I wanted him to stay. I told him yes, but only if he wanted to. Without another word he proceeded to join me. I didn't sleep at all, even with Derek beside me. I could hear his slow deep breaths as he slept. That was the only thing that kept me from fidgeting and moving, the possibility of waking Derek up. So I stared at the backs of my eyelids, trying to avoid thinking about the reason why I couldn't sleep.

Halfway through the night I had practically given up on sleeping, but I had a serious daydreaming well...night dreaming streak going. I jumped when I heard something scratch against my window. My eyes shot open and I glanced over at the pane on the wall. There was a dark shadow lingering on the other side of the glass. I gripped onto the comforter and inhaled a deep breath. Another nightmare, it had to be. I must've fallen asleep without knowing it.

The window shook slightly, as if someone was attempting to pull it open.

I held onto the dream thought, but as I heard Derek stir I knew that I was wrong.