I hear Derek yell my name and I can feel his presence beside me and a circle of hunters around me but everything is fuzzy.

"He's not a wolf you idiots!" he screams at the top of his lungs.

Then the hunters aren't there anymore and I'm in Derek's arms, no, I'm in Derek's car, no, I'm in the hospital watching a bunch of lights pass above my head, no, I'm in a hospital room where a doctor is telling my dad I might not survive the night, no. My eyes are closed but I can picture it: Scott is sitting in a chair to my right, my dad is to my left holding my hand, Scott's mom is holding a chart at the foot of my bed and Allison and Lydia are in the corner weeping. Derek's not here. He's never here. It's nice that Lydia came though.

Now Allison is pulling Lydia out of the room. As they leave someone else enters. A doctor, I'm presuming. In the doctor's wake is Derek. Before he can get too close to me though, Scott is pulling him out in the hallway. Probably to ask him what happened.

The doctor is telling my dad, "You're son is currently in a coma. The bullet really tore some major arteries. I would recommend saying your final goodbyes."

The doctor is gone and so is Scott's mom and it's just my dad and I and he's saying how proud he's always been of me. How he was glad I was still around after my mom died. How he thought he'd never have to sit in another hospital room to watch his loved ones die ever again and yet, here he was, listening to a doctor tell him his son wasn't going to survive the night. I can feel his hand squeezing mine and shaking ever so slightly.

Then he stands, and says, "I know that having a werewolf for a best friend can be a little stressful, but I just wish you had told me you had a werewolf for a boyfriend." If I were awake I'd be gasping. "You saved his life, Stiles." Then he kisses me on the forehead.

Now my dad is gone and Scott is back, saying a lot of the same things my dad said. How he was so lucky to have me for a best friend, and how he's gonna find whoever did this to me. I wish he wouldn't. I'd rather not have someone avenge me, my death is cliche enough as it is. He's hugging me softly, as not to hurt me, and walking out the door.

Derek's in the room now. Just him. He's pulling a wooden chair up to the left side of my bed. Scott's mom enters the room and tells him he can stay with me. I'm guessing he told them about us.

What must be hours pass and Derek is beginning to fall asleep in my lap. His right hand is tracing lines on my bare chest and his left hand is on my right one. I think he's crying. I wish I could tell him it's not his fault. That he would've done the same for me. Shit, I wish I could tell him anything. I wish I could see him one last time before...

Hey, my eyes opened. Holy shit I'm actually awake. Oh my god.

I cough and sputter and gasp a bit and Derek's head pops off my lap. "Stiles!" he says, obviously surprised and begins to reach for the nurses alarm.

I grab his arm to stop him but immediately regret it. Any movement sends shots of pain through my entire body.

"May I?" he asks, motioning towards my chest. I nod and he puts a hand on my heart. We both watch as dark fluid fills his veins. I feel the pain in my chest subsiding. Sometimes I just love crazy werewolf healing powers.

"You know, when you said I needed you to survive I doubt you thought you needed me," I say, playing at accusatory.

Derek watches my every move, every facial expression, as he has since the first time I met him.

"Who knew I'd end up saving your life several times," I continue.

"I didn't think you'd end up paying with yours though," Derek say softly, now staring at bullet wound in my chest.

I shrug slightly, "It was bound to happen one of these days,"

Derek chuckles. "I never understood how you can be so calm during situations like these that you can come up with witty jokes and sarcastic comments,"

"I'm the comic relief. You'd all die of seriousness without me." I smile slightly at him.

Then both our smiles fade with the realization that our motley crew of shapeshifters would not have me very very soon.

"Stiles..." Derek begins as tears well up in his eyes. He looks so incredibly vulnerable. I don't think I've ever seen him like this before.

I reach out and grab his hand and he begins to cry. "C'mere," I whisper and he puts his head on my chest, farthest away from my patched up wound.

"Now you're supposed to be comforting me, I'm only about to die, jeez." I say when he seems like he's close to being done crying.

Derek smiles through his tears as he sits back into his chair, "You've never needed comforting, Stiles."

I smile at how ridiculous this all is. I literally took a bullet for a scary sourwolf that I fell in love with and now I'm dying in a hospital bed and he's the one bawling his eyes out.

Suddenly there's a pain in my heart. I only wince but I really wanna scream and Derek begins to panic. My eyesight begins to go a little fuzzy.

"Stiles," Derek squeezes my hand.

"I can feel myself dying, Derek. It's such a scary feeling,"

I wish I could say more but I've already lost the energy. I'm suddenly very tired...so I close my eyes...and sleep.