Derek was bleeding out, he didn't think he was going to make it much longer. But he had to make sure Stiles was okay, he could hear the faint heartbeat but that wasn't enough. He crawled over and laid a hand on Stiles' chest and when he felt the teen stir that was enough and he collapsed. His head landing on Stiles' stomach which had the teen up in seconds.
"Derek?" Stiles said as he realized who it was and he started to freak out a little.
"Derek, wake up please" Stiles pleaded but the werewolf wasn't moving anymore. But there was a faint smile on his face which was making Stiles more freaked out.
Stiles screamed out for help as he moved to lay Derek on the ground so he could try and wake him. But still he was getting no response and he started to cry.
"You can't. Please, don't leave me alone. Please I need you" Stiles cried out the words as he tried to get Derek to wake up again and soon the other wolves were walking up slowly. Scott walked over and started to pull Stiles away but the teen wouldn't go, he actually pulled out of Scott's werewolf grip and laid himself down, so his head rested on Derek's chest.
They al sighed a little as they watched this. Scott could tell, Stiles was falling apart worse than before. This was that final straw people talk about. The one that if it comes a person could never recover and that hurt them all. Because to them Stiles had always been just as important to the pack as Derek and now they were losing them both.
Scott moved over to pull Stiles away again and Stiles was too broken to fight against him this time, but something caught Stiles' hand and they all looked shocked when they saw Derek gripping Stiles' hand, like he was begging him not to go.
"Derek?" Stiles barely got the words out as the alpha's eyes slowly started to open. He looked up at Stiles before a smile pulled at his lips and the he passed out again but the wolves could tell he was alive. Their alpha was alive and so was Stiles.