A/N: Hey guys! So I decided to resume writing this fic. I'll only keep going if I keep getting reviews and feedback so make sure to do that! -Rebecca

Stella's P.O.V:

I couldn't make it to the boy's lacrosse practice because I had my internship at the hospital. Recently, I've been receiving really weird vibes from certain patients. Especially the ones that are sick...like really sick. It was like I could tell that a person near death was in a certain room without even opening the door. I would get a chill and goosebumps would appear. Then I would get a feeling of complete despair. I think it's all in my head, though. Hospitals are cold places. Right.

I was at the Nurse's desk filing some charts when a bouquet of flowers in a vase appeared in front of me.

Melissa's head popped out from the side, "Hey sweetie, can you just drop these off in room 254?"

"Yeah, sure. Who are they for?" I asked

"They're for Mr. Johnson. He got into a car accident 2 weeks ago...suffered a really bad head injury and has been in a coma since. His wife can't handle seeing him but insists on bringing fresh flowers to his room every other day." That was sweet.

"Aw, that's nice of her." I said grabbing the flowers and heading to Mr. Johnson's room. I began to feel that strange, depressing vibe I get whenever a patient is near death but I just shook it off. As soon as I opened the door, it hit me. That feeling of complete despair and...death? How do I even know what death feels like? I looked around and there was a man around his mid-thirties laying peacefully on the hospital bed. He had various tubes connecting to different machines and a bandage around his head. It was quiet except for the steady paced beeping of the heart monitor. I could understand why his wife didn't want to see him like this. It must be nerve-racking to not know when he could wake up, or if he ever will wake up.

I set the vase on the stand next to Mr. Johnson's bed and began to fix some flowers to make the arrangement look more presentable even though probably wouldn't mind if his flowers weren't separated properly. A petal fell from a tulip right next to Mr. Johnson's hand.

"oops" I whispered to no one. I reached to pick it up.

My fingers brushed against 's hand and at that moment I saw him lean up, eyes open. I attempted to scream but nothing came out and his head slowly turned so that he was now staring into my eyes. Then his eyes rolled back and he began shaking erraticaly.

Suddenly I found my voice, "M-Melissa!" Seconds later, Melissa and two other nurses came rushing into the room, wide eyed as they saw what was happening. I was pulled out the room by Melissa who had her arm around my shoulders. She lead me to the bathroom and locked the door. I was frozen. What the hell just happened?

I didn't even notice she was talking to me, "Stella! Are you okay, sweet heart?"

"I-I don't know."

"I need you to breathe, sweetie" She said with concern written on her face.

I nodded and began to inhale through my nose and exhale through my mouth, trying to calm down and process what just happened.

"I just...touched him..a-and he just jumped up and-"

"Shh, sweetie. Just calm down okay? You stay in here and call Stiles to pick you up. I think you've had enough today. I'll go back and see if I can help with Mr. Johnson" I whispered an 'okay' and she kissed my forehead and left.

I turned and looked into the mirror. I was as pale as a ghost and sweating. I dug into my back pocket and pulled out my phone, searching for Stiles' name with shaking fingers.

*Ring* *Ring*

He answered breathing heavily, " Hello?"

"S-Stiles," I was still shaking, "Can you come pick me up? Please."

"Uhh...yeah? Why so early? I thought you weren't," I heard him pant and take a big breath,"going to be out for another 2 hours?"

"Y-Yeah but, um, I just need to leave, now."

He picked up on me rushing him, "Stells, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'll explain later."

"Give me 15 minutes, tops. I'll be right there, okay?"

" Yeah..alright." I blushed a little at his worried tone.

I waited in the bathroom for the 13 minutes it took Stiles to get to the hospital and I texted him, telling him to come by the bathroom.

I heard a knock on the door and Stiles came barging in.

"Stells! What happened? I saw them carrying out a dead body on a hospital bed down the hall."

I froze and stared at him, "He's...dead? He can't be! He just woke up!" I turned around and grabbed my hair, taking deep breaths. How can he just die? Then I remembered that I was having that feeling of death. What the hell.

Stiles gave me a questioning look, "What are you going on about?"

I turned back around and looked at Stiles with wide eyes, "Let's just go in the Jeep and I'll tell you. I don't want to stay here any longer" I brushed passed him, out the door and stopped when I saw the empty bed of in the hall. So it was true...he died.

Stiles and I got in the Jeep and before he started the engine, he turned to me, eyebrows furrowed, "Okay, so you wanna fill me in?"

I was debating whether or not to tell him about the weird things that have been going on with me lately. The overwhelming feeling I get whenever Scott or Derek are near, the door opening on my command, the death premonitions? It was already enough having our best friend become a werewolf but this? What if he thinks I'm losing it? No, it's Stiles. He'll believe me.

I sucked a breath and turned so we were facing each other, "Stiles, I think something's wrong with me"

He shifted towards me, "Stells nothing is wro-"

"No! I'm serious Stiles. Weird things have been happening to me."

His eyes narrowed, "What do you mean?"

I didn't know where to start.

"Well, for example. Whenever Scott or Derek Hale are around, I get this overwhelming feeling, I can't describe it, and it's even stronger when they're together! Remember how I wasn't feeling good at the party last night? Scott and Derek were both there and the feeling was so strong I couldn't take it and I had to leave."

"And remember how Scott's door opened? That wasn't you, Stiles. I was telling it to open under my breathe and...it did. I don't know how or why but it did, Stiles." I was talking more frantically and he was just staring at me, eyes telling me to go on.

I looked down, "And lately, I've been getting these weird feelings whenever a patient is about to die. I just know what death feels like now and I wish I didn't but I do. That guy that just died, his name was . Melissa sent me to go put some flowers in his room and from the moment I entered, I felt sorrow and grief a-and pain. Like I felt what was feeling. And then, I just touched him and he woke up! He stared at me for a good minute and he just started to convulse. Melissa got me out of the room but, he died. I knew he was going to die, Stiles. I felt it."

I looked up to see him wide eyed, "...you...you're sure that this is you and not anything else?"

I shook my head, "It's definitely me."

He sighed and rubbed his hand over his head, "Um, well...damn. Stella, I guess...I guess we have some more research to do."

I leaned back into the seat and huffed, crossing my arms, "Hell yeah we do."

Halfway back to my house I remembered something, "Hey, what were you doing when I called? You sounded like you just finished running a marathon."

He jumped and turned to me, "Well, Scott almost freakin' killed me in the locker room!" Then he turned back to the road.

"He what?! Why?"

"He was going against Jackson during practice and got too crazy. Hell, he almost turned right on the field! I took him to the locker room and he started changing..ran right after me."

"Are you okay?"

He scoffed,"Yeah, I used a fire extinguisher on him." I laughed as he pulled up to my house.

"Your dad home?" he asked

I let out a dry laugh, "Is he ever? Wanna come in so we can do that research?" I was kind of hoping he'd say yes.

"Yeah, let's go."

We got in and I grabbed some snacks from the kitchen and brought them in my room where Stiles was already on my desktop. He was hunched over the keyboard and was focused on the screen in front of him.

I sat on the bed with a bowl of popcorn, "Find anything?"

"Yeah, come look at this. It's a little far out though but I mean, our best friend is a werewolf so I'd believe anything at this point."

I got up and stood next to him leaning to look at the website.

Madame LaTour's Witchy Website

"What the hell is this?" I said and creased my brow.

"Okay I know it seems sketchy but look at this."

Ever felt like you were different from everyone else? Ever feel like you can predict wen certain things will happen? Move things with your mind? Been thinking you were a freak? Or that it's all in your head? Well, Madame LaTour thinks not! YOU might be a witch, my child.

Buy my new spell book if you really want to see if the spirits have you on the path to witchcraft.

Just $20.75! Buy now and get a free can of 'Madame LaTour's Cauldron Polisher!'

I rolled my eyes and gave Stiles a 'really?' look.

"Stells, all the research I've read on the things that have been happening to you all lead up to one thing... Witches. Listen to this. 'Some Witches possess the ability to sense when other Supernatural beings are near. It may range from a feeling to headaches or even passing out' Isn't that what's been happening when you're near Scott and Derek?"He said, trying to convince me.

"Well, okay what if I am a witch?" I said doubtfully, "What do I do?"

He dug into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and smirking, "Well for one, let's buy that spell book"

"Stiles, you've got to be joking. That website looks so ludicrous! The spell book probably doesn't even have real spells"

"Come on Stells, what if it's not? Let's just try it." He gave me the puppy eyes. Damn.

I sighed, giving in "Fine." and smiled when his expression changed into a winning grin.

After we ordered the spell book my mind drifted off and thought of Scott.

I looked at the computer, "You know, we should video chat Scott. Make sure he's okay..."

Stiles nodded, "Yeah, good idea. I told him I'd get back to him about what happened after he left practice anyway"

I let him get the video chat set up and Scott's face immediately showed up on the screen, "Hey guys, so what'd you find out?"

"Well, it's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder."

Scott looked surprised, "Because of me?"

"No, because he's a tool." Stiles replied raising his eyebrows.

"Well is he gonna play?"

"Oh they don't know yet. Now they're just counting on you for Saturday."

Scott let out a sigh.

"It's gonna be okay Scott" I said, trying to make him feel better. I felt a nudge from Stiles.

"Do you see that?" he whispered in my ear. I looked at the screen and it looked like someone was standing behind Scott.

"Oh my god." I said out loud.

"What?" Scott asked.

Stiles began typing a message 'It looks like..'

I just stared at Scott with wide eyes, focusing on the still figure behind him.

"It looks like what?" Scott pressed, eyes full of fear waiting for Stiles to reply.

Stiles continued and started typing faster, 'Someone's behind you'

Then Scott ended the call.

"What the fuck?!" I pushed Stiles out of the way and tried re-calling Scott. No answer.

"I'll try calling him." Stiles pulled out his phone and was searching for Scott's name when his face returned back on the screen. He was pale, sweaty and scared.

"Dude, what happened?! Are you okay!?" I asked frantically.

"Derek Hale just broke into my house to tell me not to play Saturday," he gulped, "Or he'll kill me."

"Im sorry, what?" I heard Stiles say

I scoffed, "Yeah sure, he's going to kill you. I doubt that. He may seem tough but he's not all that scary with his leather jacket and bad boy glare"

Scott grimaced, "Well, I'm not taking any chances." He sighed, "I'm going to bed, I'll see you guys tomorrow. Bye." Then he vanished from the screen once more.

Stiles checked the time on his phone and whistled, "Yeah I better be off, I want to see if my dad has any more info on the body from the woods."

We said our goodbyes and I got ready for bed. I turned my lamp off and fell onto my pillow.

What if I am a witch?